One of the best experiences in my entire life happened when I was in youth group in high school.  The pastor's wife was the youth group leader, and she invited everyone over to their house to have a jello fight.  Yes, a jello fight.  I was kind of skeptical at first because I wasn't really sure how it would work.  But I went along with it.  We each made a few packages of jello and brought them to their house in plastic bags.  We were in their backyard, and when the time came, somebody yelled out, "Jello fight!" and we let loose.  I don't remember if there was a point or a winner.  All I know is that we threw jello at each other.  And that's all that matters in my book. 

The best part came when I saw the pastor's wife running for cover.  She was throwing her bag of jello like you'd think a pastor's wife would throw (I don't really know what I mean by that, but basically she was throwing like a girl).  So I took some jello chunks out of my plastic bag and flung them right at her, pretty much as hard as I could (which probably wasn't too hard considering it was jello, which is neither a solid nor a liquid).  Direct hit!  That just felt so good for so many reasons.  And the best part about it was that there were no hard feelings or consequences or anything.  I chucked jello at the pastor's wife and it was ok.  What a beautiful thing. #religion