laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night. I spent many a summer night doing this very thing with two of my cousins.laying in the grass, looking up at the starry night sky and laughing until we couldn't breath
"You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place. Like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and place because you'll never be this way ever again." So true.