Lakes, Ceilings and Snails

The past few weeks were spent in the wonderful State of Indiana. As soon as I entered my house I was engulfed with familiarity. Although I had only been gone from it for two weeks, my childhood burst through. I spent practically my whole life there. Every single memory of me was held inside that house.

Now, the house isn't the only thing that strikes me with memories. The people, the places and the sights do too. My youth group had an event. A Girl's Night. A day where we could stuff our faces, get to know each other, and stay up all night talking about nothing at all. That day was definitely an adventure.

Although it rained and we had to cancel some of our plans we still made up for most of it in the morning.  And to remember this day...

*BLOOP* Photo memory!

Chilling before bed.

My friend found this little guy. Isn't he adorable?

By the next morning I could say: "I washed my hair in a stranger's lake"...This is partially true, I never met the owner of the property we stayed at before I came. But I got to know her by the end of the night. I filled water balloons that we never used due to the rain, I held a snail, ate lots of food and regained friendships with old friends.

That day was certainly an adventure.