It was the end of autumn/beginning of winter, I had just started highschool and had to move away from home. I was happy to be away from my hometown (junior high was... interesting. I was called "the pokémon whore" and other such things) but also kinda lost and frightened in the new place since I didn't know anyone there. During my time as the "weird bitch who watches some chinese cartoons or something" I made friends with people online, but since they lived all over the country we couldn't meet very often.
Then we made this weekend trip to D's dad's place since he got a permission from his dad to use the huge house in the middle of nowhere for a few days.
It was a late evening and the bus didn't go all the way there so we had to walk for couple of miles, it was some kinda small-ish forest road, totally dark and covered with ice. I walked hand in hand with the other two girls and one of the guys decided to be a hero and offered to carry the bags of every female. We had quite a lot of bags, and he ended up with something like three backbags and four luggages along with his own. He still likes to remind people about the tremendous sacrifice he made for the ladies.
Then there was this long, steep hill we had to walk down, but it was so covered in ice we would've probably just slipped and hurt ourselves. So according to someone's ingenious plan we slid the hill down on our luggages. That also resulted in some mild bruises but it was way more fun.
The weekend itself was of course awesome but that trip in the dark forest was the most memorable to me. I felt so happy and comfortable with those people.
Some of them I haven't seen for ages. For example that guy who carried our bags is an attorney these days (an ace one, mind you) and always busy. It's been almost 10 years but doesn't feel like that at all.