Happiest memory, in my opinion, tends to be replaceable with every passing year. Fifteen years ago, my happiest memory was walking with my mum home from school. The delicious fragrance of cake from the McRenett bakery filled my senses. Later that evening, when my dad returned home after work, I hugged him, twining my arms around his neck. I smell the famous McRenett cake in his laptop bag. He was always good at surprises.
Five years ago, my happiest memory was giving birth to my daughter. It was the best experience of my life, hands down! I knew she was the love of my life from the moment I met her. She wrapped her tiny hand around my index finger and pulled it into her mouth. I knew that every parent would die for their child. However, at that moment, I swore I would live for her to the fullest.
Happiest memory, in my opinion, tends to be replaceable with every passing year.
Today, when asked about my happiest memory, I recalled my recent trip to Belfast. Before the flight landed, I knew I would love the city. Of course, the weather was to my taste. I had an opportunity to stay on the 19th floor of a high-rise building in the city centre.
The living room had floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, while a L-shaped sofa was set against the wall. A bird’s eye view of the city brought an unexplainable thrill and nourishment. When the city slept with the moon on the horizon, I stayed awake watching the thousand street lights twinkling like stars. The long, dark Lagan flew gently under Queen’s bridge on its way to a purple spot where the famous RMS Titanic was built once.
When the dawn broke, my heart squealed with happiness on seeing the most beautiful sunrise in my life. I lost sleep, but it was worth it. The next day, I wandered alone on the streets of Belfast. In the evening, I watched my favourite movie, Titanic, on the anniversary of twenty-five years. It was one of the most remarkable experiences of my life.
