I love camping... I think it comes from my small town roots. There is something about the smell of campfire on an dirty old sweatshirt that makes me feel comforted and happy. As a teenager, many weekends were spent camping with my friends and drinking around the fire. We grew closer to each other as we shared stories, laughter, and tears. Those are still some of my best memories. This past weekend, three of my best girlfriends and I went on a little trip to Lake Wabamun, just outside of Edmonton. It was like we were in High School again... laughing, crying, and sharing stories about everything and anything. We've been through so much, as individuals and as friends. They inspire me to be a better person and to try my hardest at everything. I love them with all my heart and soul.
