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“Top of the World”

It was a wonderful adventure five months ago when three friends made their way to the biggest city in Canada.

We climbed to the top of the world, dug into the past, blasted and twisted higher and faster then any other place that year.

This was treated as a last chance to see each other and nothing stopped us from having the best time in the world.

 

 

 

Why is it that a special occasion is needed for this to happen? Shouldn’t we be excited and ready to share our joy with others all the time? Sometimes I get depressed, and it hurts and is difficult to have the kind of fun that i had that weekend. Everyone has their hardships, but they make the fun times that much more appreciated. I miss those friends, but am super glad that I had that memory to refer to when I get tired and weary.

I had a lazy day today, spent the majority of it in my room watching Reba. Then I played Monopoly for the first time in years. It was great, I lost. Then I played taboo and realized that I am HORRIBLE at taboo.