I remember the day I was told I'd go to school. I didn't go to pre-primary. All my cousins did. I stayed back at home. I had this thirst for knowledge and reading which burned inside. I loved books and I so wanted to discover the writings inside them. The day my father came and told you You'll be going to school next week was the happiest day of my life. My first joy.
The first joy. The one you have a remembrance of. The one which never faded and which's recall brings a smile to your face. The one which comes back to you unexpectedly when you're worried and makes you forget your worries for a while and then when you get back to them, the reasons behind your worry don't sound and feel so bad after all. That one! Remember it and tell us about it.