My Favorite Day

For my cough that I despise I've been told to take this cough syrup medicine called Robitussin DM . Or is it MD. I can't remember. It's red and tastes nasty. If Hell was a taste and lived in a house somewhere in the suburbs of Detroit, Robitussin MD would be a close neighbor.

My conscience tells me that that might be a sacrilegious statement. I wonder if he's right.
Anyway, the stuff tastes terrible. Terrible.

I wondered to myself right before I swallowed my daily dose if thinking about the happiest moment of my life and reliving it in my mind would dampen the terribleness in the taste and make it a little bit more manageable.

The thought hit me then that I could not think of any happy moments in my life. I couldn't even think of a favorite day or even time period that was overall better than all the others.
This struck me hard-- harder than what I imagined it would, and I was shaken to the core. It was like I had just swallowed a whole bottle of Robitussin MD and could not find anything pleasant to drink afterwards to make my mouth taste better.

And then a second thought hit me: I wonder if all my friends have a favorite moment or a happiest day. I think knowing this would say something about said friend's character. I'd like to know.

Now I am on a mission. I will try to remember what day in my life was my favorite, and I'll get back to you. I have some serious reminiscing to do.
Maybe my favorite day hasn't happened yet. Maybe my happiest moment has yet to come. Like my wedding day, or the time I will be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Who knows.
What's your favorite memory?