Reminiscing..

Lately I have been reminiscing about the past, not always a bad thing to do though. I think it’s the snow that’s brought it on. See two years ago was probably one of the best times I had with my friends; both in and out of school. Within school, there was basically a big square outside where we used to ‘hang’ when it snowed, it looked so beautiful. That was of course until me and a few buddies destroyed it… wait a minute it was for a good cause. I and these few friends became the founders of the war that happened with snowballs. Basically when everybody turned up we said we should all have a snowball fight and sure as it was, lots of people went outside. Then something weird happened, out of nowhere two teams were created; the only thing was, was that nobody picked teams. It was just some sort of spark that went on through the minds of everybody at the same time. It was like those teams were already chosen for us. Now I’m not one for fate or destiny but that day was chosen for us by the gods of awesomeness.
Sometimes that would be it for some people, but not for us. Our ‘group’ of friends wanted more. We decided to go down to the duck pond which is located near a very, very large field, perfect for snow. Down there I personally had one of the best times of my life, that day was perfect.
I miss it, a lot.
See there are a lot of things you can reminisce about and maybe they’re not all good, it’s the ones that gave you the most joy out of them that are worth treasuring most of all. I don’t treasure the fact I got into College, I treasure the fact that I know more amazing people on top of the already amazing that I already knew. Some call it fate, I don’t believe in fate. I believe that it is a choice to choose which friends you have, I chose my closest friends because I saw and see something great in them. Something about hearing a friend’s true laugh, seeing them in all their glory and being inspired by them. These are the things you want to treasure most because they are the people that make yourself. And at the end of my life I am someone who my friends think as; Caring, funny… true… then I am going to die a happy man. After all, you are who your friends think you are.
There are some friends that I haven’t heard laugh truly in a long time but I remember what it was like.
That’s what I reminisce about.