miss almagation

I miss Cape Henlopen sunrises. Waking up at some ungodly hour in the night because the mosquitoes wouldn't stop bothering me and Allen wouldn't stop snoring. Try to unzip the tent to not wake up the seven other guys crammed in the tent -- stepping out of the stuffy tent to be met with a cool crisp air.

Then realizing it was too dark out, so returning to the tent to get a flashlight all while making too much noise and stepping on a few feet, silently apologizing.

Walking a distance to the public restroom to put on contacts. Whispering at tents to find others lying awake, to see if they too want to join in the sunrise.

Walking down that path, happily, for a mile, to fall asleep Frank's guitar playing on the beach while the sun came up.

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I miss when I had to worry about my friends doing well on my counter-strike team, and not when they have drug problems. I miss heading to Friday youth group early, just to sit there and rest from the week. Maybe listen to a sermon in the car in the lot and watch the sky change color.

I miss waking up to a phone call, realizing I had overslept and Peter was waiting outside for his ride to school. I miss driving to Brandywine on weekends, racing the whole way there.

I miss longboarding down Towers because that's the best hill we have, then walking up. And doing that seven times over and not even think about the time passing.

I miss when we didn't need restaurants and expensive things to entertain us, we just needed ten guys in a basement with laptops and desktops and a good LAN switch.

I miss having no knowledge and being in awe of Dan's experiences and readings, and how he formulated his questions and thoughts off of them.

I miss those pews, and the delicious but sometimes bad sunday lunch.

I miss calling Burger King everyday to save $3 on survey coupons. I miss making up excuses to come together, and listening to London while trying to discern each other's lives. I miss watching FIFA games everyday and watching all of Harry Potter.

I miss not giving a shit about what I write and not censoring myself.

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But it's not good to miss, because what's past is past. I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have experienced these things to begin with -- and I do.