Happiness is Linked to Preschool

There was one particularly upsetting afternoon in May, in which I didn't know what I would do with myself. I was lonely and depressed, Sally had just died and I just couldn't make myself happy.

So I did what most teenagers do when they don't know what to do with themselves, I sat down in front of the TV and flipped through channels.

I randomly came across a popular children's show. So I watched it.

Normally I would have felt like an idiot watching red and yellow puppets dance across the screen trying to teach me the alphabet, but that day was different.

It was different because I remembered how happy this show, and shows like it, would make me when I was younger.

Then I began to ponder my childhood, I remembered lots of finger paintings and ear-infections ( I had an ear-infection every other month, I wasn't so charmed).  I also remembered how much I loved to write, and how much I loved to make up stories.

So I quickly turned off the television and went straight to my room. I pulled out my "writing box" from underneath my bed and began to draft a story.

Now please don't ask me what the story was about, because it's very childish. It was a story I began writing in elementary school and never finished, but I began to write it again, and I remembered how happy it made me.

It's been said that you learn something new everyday, well that day I learned that if you look back onto your childhood, and if you remember what made you happiest. It probably still makes you just as happy.

Don't you remember how easy and silly finger painting was? Wasn't it the highlight of your preschool years to play with the kitchen set? Or did you love dressing up as a ballerina, Cinderella, or a garbage man?

I'm not implying that all of you guys are depressed and unhappy and need to go back to preschool.

I'm saying if you are every upset or (god forbid) as upset as I was that day, try to remember what always makes you happy.

Odds are it still does.