The basement had a mattress in one corner and that was where we hung out for hours, many, many nights.
I remember a lot of good times with my sisters and the stories that we shared. We drank a lot of hot water and coffee to stay warm and awake. It was our way of "partying."
The funny thing is, as vivid as it is to me, I can't imagine us ever achieving that again. Even when we made some attempts at reliving the-all-nighter, none of us could keep up past 12:00 AM.
Everyone is different now. We don't have the same circumstances that would bond us, or trap us into spending that kind of time together. And we are not young and reckless with our bodies as we used to be.
I still like staying up late. It is the time when my best thinking takes place. When everyone is sleeping and everything is still and I reinvent my world. Although, I can't say that I have been able to stay up late anymore without suffering the next morning.
Here are Self Sagacity's Thursday Two Questions #105
1) Do you recall having memories of a place, or experience of something that you actually feel the same?
2) Is there any cause and effect for you if you were to stay up late?