The youth in the room swept around me. This reunion had long been awaited as the distinct faces swarmed in for hugs. I had been waiting to return to younglife. A place that is distinguished not for its glamour, but for its emotion. The place that makes me feel the happiest I have ever been. The room is plain and basic, but the people are not. Cheerful faces awaiting to greet my open arms and wide smile. How long had it been? A couple months, but it felt exactly as though it were yesterday. Loud music? Check. Crazy dancing? Check. In young life, fake doesn't exist. Everyone there is the young, crazy, fun, and wild person they secretly are on the inside. In this environment, everyone is their true self. No emotion is held back. Not a single action is judged. The more strange you are and the more fun you have, the more you fit in. Such a place is rare, almost extinct. High school students that attend these club nights all know each other. We are one with each other. 7:37 is the time we meet on Mondays and we all know that. What?? 7:37? Such a strange time. It may be weird those who don't attend younglife, but not to those of us who do. In these moments there is no such thing as a smart phone. Pictures don't have any place in these times. It's too much fun to even bother looking at your phone. It's not worth the time to pull it out of your pocket, because nothing could be better than what is happening now.
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