[center]Its around that time again where my friends and I get together at what we have dubbed "The Shack." It is a small but cozy structure we've built as teenagers, in the middle of the woods next to a lake. At first it was just a hangout spot, but since the passing of two of our friends,it has turned into something way more meaningful. Although, most of my friend including myself have moved out of our home state- we have managed to still gather here to commemorate our friends and our friendship. We were all once able to cram together and sleep in the shack but now as adults we pitch tents and maybe two people get the shack. I'm very glad to have this tradition. It gives us a chance to revisit our childhood and allow us to be stupid kids again for the weekend. [/center]
