Found some old writing

Today with all of the cleaning up going on in the house, I found an old story that I wrote. What is weird is that I had no memory of it. I had a vague inkling of the name, but not the story. But then as I began to read it, I realised what it was about, and I am amazed at myself for it. It is a play, unfinished and a good theme.
I wrote it between 1987 to perhaps 1991. It is a story of the complexities of sexuality in young adults. It is about four friends and their convoluted lives. I did not write very much, but I did do a complete treatment of what it would read like, and as happens sometimes, I wish that I had pursued it. It was pretty strong for its time!
I may write out some of it here at some point, because I am actually impressed with it.
I might even finish it.