by R.E.D

Created on: May 21, 2008   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

Ah, New Hampshire. The clean air, the crystal lakes, the big blue skies, and of course the best ice cream to ever hit my lips. But, delicious ice cream aside, being in New Hampshire means I will spend one amazing week with my four closest friends. During the short time we will spend together we will have crazy adventures, mortifying defeats, side splitting laughing attacks, and a

lot of ice cream.
Samantha, Katherine, Emily, Colin, and I have been going to the little town of Wolfburo New Hampshire since we were born. Emily's grandmother owns a peninsula with giant Victorian houses that line the beach. My four friends and I, along with our parents and siblings, share a house for one week during the summer. In the middle of nowhere in this little town on a big lake, we have the best time of our lives. One may wonder how any human being, excluding hermits, might find this sort of immense solitude so appealing. Well, we have each other.
Our friendship has always been strong, even with much time and many miles between us my friend and I share a bond that will never be broken. We are all the same age so every year we share our experiences form the past year and hopes for the next year. This summer in particular my friends and I discussed collage and the life changing events in our future. We always talk about serious important things late at night on the dock that sticks out over the calm seemingly solid lake. The sky is so much bigger there and the lake goes on for miles. We all feel tiny in comparison. Maybe that's why we discuss the important issues out there, I think it makes us feel less small, more connected to the huge world around us. Or maybe it makes our problems seem less important than the massive lake and the never ending sky and all the millions and billions of people that share the same sky and many of the same problems.
New Hampshire, for me has always been about spending time with friends. We of course try to maximize our time by doing as much as we can in one week. Our goal is always to find the most fun activity possible. One year it was to swim from our side of the lake to the other side. The only problem with that was, we defiantly were not able to swim back. Another year we tried to go hiking on a mountain called Tumble Down Dick. We soon found out that the mountain was appropriately named and that the hospital was at least one and a half hours from where we live. We all tumbled down the mountain and Colin sprained his ankle. We caught a snapping

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