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Ah, yes. The one time I've seen the Northern Lights was memorable for lots of reasons.
It was a early fall evening during my freshman year in college, and my roomate and I held a major party in our dorm room. Probably twenty people packed in there, with the dorm TV/VCR watching bad movies and drinking lots. Lots.
At some point, my friend Joel and I bailed out the window into the lot behind the dorm with a couple of blankets. We rolled and fell down the hill from the dorm, and slid to a stop in the soccer field at the bottom of the hill. We laid there for hours, talking about everything, watching the faint, colorless play of the Northern Lights on the horizon. It wasn't much to look at, but it still made a hell of an impression. In the morning we woke up and dragged our butts back up to the dorm.
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