Happiest Moment In My Life

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One perfect afternoon, on the second floor of a military apartment, I sat in my room surrounded by toys. The sun was blazing through the window and spreading its friendly warmth on my face. The smell of fresh carpet that my mother so vigorously attended too was the perfect aroma for the concert that was about to start. The site of seeing a mess of thirty to forty figures on the floor in an unorganized manor to some create havoc, but to me nothing, was more pleasant for eye to behold. For when others saw chaos, disorder, or repulsiveness, I saw a work of art about to unfold. Normally this would have been one of the happiest moments in my life as I liked being alone without any threat of a person interrupting the horrific battle that my figures had so bravely endured. All my life all I ever wanted to was to just be allowed to play in solitude with nothing but my imagination, and the instruments that gave that fantasy a splash of reality. I had done this numerous times, but that one afternoon, I felt that something was missing. Instead of feeling joy at the end of story, I felt empty, cold, and depressed. It was like a wave darkness…show more content…
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