Life is Over...one moment.

Suppose my life ended right now, and with the 17 years of life I had lived, I had to pick one moment to keep in a box with me, which one would it be? When I first heard the question I was literally stumped for about half an hour. After thinking about it for some time, I had a toss up of a few of them.

The moment I decided to pick was the moment I received an acceptance letter from the P.N.E to start working in the parade. It brought me so much joy to know that my audition went well and that all my hard work and training had paid off to some extent. I would start the memory from the moment I checked the mail and saw the letter to the point where I was screaming at my parents. It truly was a proud moment.