My Happiest Day, by Will Stanton

I don't know what my happiest day was, assuming that it was some time in my past. How can I remember every moment over seven decades? If I recall some happy moments, how do I compare or contrast them? Was a happy moment of true significance, or was it some minor experience that, even so, made me very happy? Life is complex and often difficult to qualify. Which brings me to my mantra, “You know, I just don't know, you know.”

Many of my happy moments I already have written about, some extensively. Perhaps the most significant moments were with special people who were important in my life. I also have derived much happiness from fine music, beautiful voices, instrumental performances. I have bathed in the sounds and visions of nature, describing in detail my many treks through the wooded hills near my home, communing with Mother Nature. I have experienced many happy moments watching movies or reading books that strike a personal chord within me. A recent Story-Time topic was “Fond Memories.” I listed many happy moments in that piece, too, albeit none could be described at my “happiest day.”

So, in my case, I cannot think of just one very special day that I could call “my happiest day,” especially considering that my deepest hopes and dreams never have been fulfilled. In which case, I guess I will have to conclude that I hope that my happiest day has yet to come; and I hope it comes very soon.

© 09 October 2016

About the Author

I have had a life-long fascination with people and their life stories. I also realize that, although my own life has not brought me particular fame or fortune, I too have had some noteworthy experiences and, at times, unusual ones. Since I joined this Story Time group, I have derived pleasure and satisfaction participating in the group. I do put some thought and effort into my stories, and I hope that you find them interesting.