After I left home at the tenderized age of 15, I didn't get asked to any get-togethers. Parents didn't want me around their kids because I was "rebellious", and I was considered too young to hang out with the adults. When I moved to Maine, this one sister, who frankly was one cool chick most of the time, used to take all the young people in the cong to this little amusement park we have. Everybody around my age got to go, but since I had a job and apartment (instead of high school) I wasn't counted among the other kids. It sucked big-time, because I didn't have a car and hadn't left my small town in ages. I sat at home feeling pretty lonely that day.
Sorry for the sob story. That was one instance that stands out in my memory, but I have good ones, too. This one sister used to go out of her way to include me in activities when I was a kid, took me to all sorts of parties and stuff. (Debbie from Bastrop, if you're reading this: THANK YOU!!!!) And playing Bible charades was actually pretty fun-one of my friends got silly and acted out being a Midianite harlot or something, and vamped it up so much that I almost couldn't breathe from laughing so hard. So, yeah, in all honesty, I had some fun times.