Tell me about the happy times

The happy times were my senior year of high school, my sophomore year of high school, my freshman year of college (new and wonderful experience despite of its faults). The time when I got into writing short stories after high school was a good one. It was a real inspiration and eye opener. I knew at that point that I was interested in journalism, a related field of writing. There isn't really just one happy time. I could name so many of them as well as the very opposite. But THE happiest time, would be the first time I actually fell in love.

first kiss?! high school graduation?! my driving license?! mmmm i don't know... :/