The happiest day – the Villanovan

Seven thousand two hundred and fifth of the fifth. That is the number of days I was alive. An existential question, the crisis inducing when I was recently asked to calculate the number of days I was on earth. From this number I had to think of my happiest day. My mind was hidden and strangely, the only answer I could imagine was a moment 10 years ago. With memories of a trampoline, my favorite cake and a white dress, for some reason my thoughts jumped to my first holy communion as the best day of my 7,258. I would hope that I had had happier days since 2015, but my knee jerk response was this sunny day full of childish joy and a golden nostalgia.

I was shocked by my own answer and was excited to hear other Villanovan's settings. Apparently, me

Wasn't the only one who dived deep in the past.

“Simple answer price rental of the 5th grade,” said a student.

In tradition, the elementary school of this student provided annual awards for the final class that those who are characterized in academics, sports and music culminated with the coveted American Civil Award for all-round character excess.

“I remember that I was so confused to see my mother in the front row,” the student continued. “I assumed that she was there for my cousin. The last thing I expected was that the announcer called my name for the American Civilian Award. I remember tearing my mother's face down when she beamed at me. ”

This student remembered a floating feeling when they accepted their award and continued their day.

Many other students also chose days with high performance and validation.

“When I ran a marathon and felt the love of all family and friends who supported me,” said another student. “I was so proud of myself and to know that the people who were most interested in me were just as excited for me the best feeling of the world.”

Another describes a heated lacrosse game in a European league.

“Despite all the chances of winning, we did the Netherlands in double extension,” said this student. “All my hard work had paid off when the final pipe blew.”

This student described a celebration full of champagne, a team meal and the calming relief of success and final.

The happiest day of another was a random excursion to a local Norwegian city.

“It felt like something from a film,” they said. “We just came into a charming old church. It was Christmas time, so there were decorations and a choir with small children who sang. It felt like they were waiting for us to go in. ”

Nothing monumental occurred, but it was time that was surrounded by her family in a picturesque country, everything from a happy wrong turn.

“I remember exactly that – so I would describe my perfect day if someone asks,” said another. “Unless it is not hypothetical, it actually happened.”

Every summer, the family of this student, including cousins ​​on both sides, makes an excursion to Maine. On this day, all cousins ​​decided to wake up for an early swim at sunrise, which flowed into Cafe coffee and fresh fruit. At night they all sat around the campfire, full of ice cream, sang songs when their father hit his guitar and laughed at old stories.

The happiest days of many students were all surrounded by relatives. A student in particular remembers a blowout Summer Barbeque Bash – balloon arches, Cornhole, more eat more than they could ever eat and their entire extended family in their garden.

“We all knew that this party would be the last real celebration with my aunt,” said this student. “And it was. But I can still hear her laughing at this day and it will always be the best party I took part in. ”

A bittersweet memory, a full of love and longing.

“I think of this day all the time,” she continued. “I wish I could experience it again.”

July 31, 2032 my 10,000. Tag be alive. As much as I loved my communion, which I clearly do, I try after a new day to claim my happiest. That could mean very well a planned day full of my favorite activities, or maybe I stumble into it. In any case, I hope not to count the days, but to count the days.