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…