My Happiest Memories

My Happiest Memories

I have three especially happy memories in my life.

My first one is traveling across the USA. When I was 12 years old, my family decided to go to the USA, but I didn’t want to go because I couldn’t speak English at that time. The next day, the traveling plans were made by my father, the only one who had information about America, as he had visited LA several times. Also, I learned at this time that my relatives lived in America. After 3 weeks, we embarked at Seoul for LA. We went to Disneyland where I enjoyed taking thrilling rides, and we went to Grand Canyon Park in Arizona. The spectacular scenery amazed us. My father liked walking the mountain trails. All in all, my family had a good time in the USA.

My second especially happy memory is joining a musical contest. I have played the flute and the piano since 2005. One day, I went to my piano academy. I was practicing piano when my teacher called my name. I went out of a practice room and stopped to talk with her. She said, "Do you want to take part in a contest?" I hesitated. She said again, "You should join the contest. If you join the contest, you’ll be able to gain confidence in yourself." I agreed and tried learning hard tunes because I didn’t have much time. 2 weeks later, I went to the hall where the musical contest was being held by the Ministry of Education. Actually, I’ve forgotten most of the contest, but I can remember waiting with my girlfriend. I asked her, "Can you teach me how to relieve the tension?" She said, "You don’t have to get tense because this contest will be for experience only." My teacher said, "Try to cheer up!" At last, I won the prize in the piano section.

My third happy memory is about my last birthday in Korea. One day I asked my friends: "Tomorrow is my birthday, so are you coming to my party?" They said that they would be unable to as they had to go to their academy. It was a bitter disappointment to me. They just whispered, knowing how upset I was. After school, all my best friends vanished. I was really sad. But out of nowhere, I was attacked by flour bombs and eggs thrown by my friends. (It’s a Korean tradition.) My clothes were filthy from the flour bomb; my friends had spoiled my new clothes. In actuality, they had prepared a party for me in secret. They made me feel incredibly happy, and I cried and embraced all of them.