I wanna free fall out into nothin, gonna leave this world for awhile

There was this one night when I was only 13 or 14, I remember it pretty clearly still which is unusual for me. I woke up to rocks hitting my window at about 3:00 am, followed by "katie, WAKE UP!!! let's go!" I got up, peered out of my window and there was a group of my friends, back packs packed - eager faces beaming up at me. I grabbed my already packed bag, threw it down and followed suit. I had practiced the maneuvering of my body out my very small bedroom window many times previous to this night - so it was a fairly simple task. All giggles, we wandered "sneakily" over to Dease park where we laid out our blankets and our few random snacks we had "stolen" from our kitchens. We laid there, until sunrise talking at times, other times just laying in quiet. I can remember how infinite that night felt - like it was the best night of my life. It's amazing how quickly those "best" memories are replaced by bigger things and how moments in my past are made childish and irrelevant, I am always eager to move on from them. What I need to find peace with is that they will never not be a part of me. I am everything I am today because of all the things that I have gone through in my past. It's memories like that, that help define who I am.