life as a teenage wannabe

When I was 17, things were good. They really were. That year had to be one of the best years of my life. It was so simple. I couldn't go into bars yet, so I didn't rely on those sorts of things to provide me with fun. All we did was drive. Drive, Drive, Drive. UP and down the streets, windows open, AM radio blarring...if it was my car. Even in the winter, the heat would be full blast and the windows would be open. Sometimes we would get out an walk. Get hit on my 'older 20 year old boys', but it was ok, we couldn't go into bars so nothing really stupid could happen.

Then things changed and I turned 18. Barred it up non stop. At least a few days a week. Thats what our fun was. We relied on the bars. And now, about a year ago I ran from that life. But I am back from the marathon run that I had found myself on for the past year. I find myself confused. Where did fun go. ? I don't find the same things fun anymore. I don't like to hang out with the same people. But I don't want to leave them either.

I find myself satisfied with doing nothing. Then I won't let myself down, and think that I am no fun anymore. I used to be the life of the party, infact I decided when the party started and when the party ended. Now I don't know how to have fun.

What do Christians do for fun?