Spring Break looks so fun. The Spring Break I am referring to is the Spring Break image that pops into your head when you hear the two words: 1) Spring 2) Break. We all know the reputation it brings to the table.

We drank. We partied. We had the time of our lives.

Just like everyone else's, my Spring Break consisted of these three things, EXCEPT we broke the "Spring Break" walls.

We drank water. We partied with our moms. We still had the time of our lives.

Senior year of high school is notorious for wristbands in Mexico and parties on the beach, and while that may have topped everything under the sun for the typical high schooler, I was perfectly happy hanging low with eleven of my sweetest friends. Sure, our one beach house got crazy, but not that crazy.

We biked. We beached. We laughed.

The beach welcomed us with open waves (and lots of wind kisses). It was almost as cold as home, but you could not have paid us to stay inside. We certainly had our swimsuits on, but the blankets and towels would have said otherwise. The extra few dollars to heat the pool was absolutely life changing, let me tell you. If we weren't poolside, our feet were peddling away on the bikes we rode around. Of course, we did not come away from a gadget on two wheels without a few bumps and bruises.

We shopped. We ate (ice cream). We made memories.

Too much money. Too many calories. Too much fun (and way too much sun). We girls know how to party. And by party, I mean musical ambiance for our wild game of Catch Phrase with 45-year-old (being generous) high school girls, aka moms. We were fully aware that our stories didn't compare to the craziness that went down for our school friend's Spring Break memories, but we were fully content with the craziness that went down for ours. Good fun can be classified in many different ways for many different people. For me, this was my kind of party. I call it Spring Break — and no, it's not the Spring Break you're thinking of.