I am a particularly happy person. Instead of composing a list, I decided to tell you about the thing that makes me the happiest of all, for a list would probably grow way too long. It is not tangible, or even a reoccurring event for that matter. It is a memory. This memory is of one Sunday in the middle of an especially cold winter. My younger sister and I were quietly wandering home from an unusual day out. We both pressed our hands in our coat pockets, so as to keep them warm. Neither one of us really wanted to go home and do homework, so we decided to take the time to walk the extra two miles to the beach. The time at the beach with her was wonderful. That memory, of being frozen at the beach in the middle of winter, never ceases to make me happy.
