I think the best days of your life aren’t always so obvious. If someone approached you and said, “Hey, what was the best day of your life?” you might describe an achievement, like the day you graduated from college or completed a marathon. You might tell the story of an experience you had, like climbing to the top of the Eiffel Tower or snorkeling in Hawaii. Or you might talk about what it was like to find out that your life was going to change forever, like the day you found out you were going to be a parent. All of these “best days” are great and all, but to me, the best day of your life is one that sneaks up on you. One that changes your life without you even being aware of it. One that you may look back on weeks, months, or even years after it happens, and still can't comprehend how much it affected you until the reality of it suddenly smacks you in the face.
The best day of my life was the day that I walked into first period English with my skirt tucked into my underwear.