The Great Rebellion

It was a dark and stormy night. Well, maybe not stormy, but a blustery wind had kicked up. The air was crisp and cold as we crept through the brush. Ahead of us loomed our destination. Tall and gleaming in moonlight filtering through clouds--the water tower! The first step was not easily accessible; it was our shoulder height. We struggled as the more agile assisted the clumsier to swing up to the ladder. My hands clung to the cold metal as I secured my footing and began to climb.

We giggled, chortled, whispered commentaries--a group of young men and women during Freshman Week. We were experiencing the thrill of new independence that early college life brings. The Water Tower was strictly off limits.

We embraced the event and talked about it for days after, glad to have made a memory. It was my first (well, sort of) big rebellion.