Friday, August 02, 2002

Lake Tahoe. Quite possibly the most tranquil and peaceful place I know. I have so many fond memories there… Camping on the fourth of July, sitting on the dock dangling the tips of my toes in the water, lying for hours in the sun, hoping to get tan. I remember learning to wake-board, meeting cute boys, and rollerblading through the forests. I remember friendships made and tested. I remember laughter. I also remember cold snowy days at the cabin. I remember a dozen crazy boys, I the only girl. I remember sledding off the roof, swearing I had frostbite, and eating icicles. I remember hot chocolate with puffy white marshmallows, and devotions by the fireplace. I remember card games and junk food. Through the years my time in Tahoe has become less and less. I miss the family trips, and the worship by the campfire. People grow up, but I cherish my childhood memories…. I went back to Tahoe today. I went up with a friend of mine, and met another up there. We shared laughter, lunch, and our views on relationships. I got to know a friend, to see a guy’s perspective. I sat near the beach today looking out, recalling all the times I have been there before; childhood campouts, going to the cabin, college group retreats, and missions team bonding. Despite all the memories that I miss, I am thankful that I still have the opportunity to make new ones.

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