There are oh SO many times with my Best friend that were, well, the best. But one that sticks out the most in my mind is the day we decided to go for a "hike". We lived out in the middle of somewhat no-where surround by acres and acres and acres of orange groves in Southern California. We ended up rock climbing up these HUGE boulders and way too hot. So we took our shirts off. :D We climbed high enough to see 3 miles into town and see the grocery store we went to all the time. We climbed down the other side and went through the yards bumming water out of peoples hoses. At one house, they were home when we thought they weren't and they came out yelling at us and scaring the beejeezus out of us. It was a great day.