Happiness
Happiness is a term that describes something's likes. Weather it be a human or a plant or an animal they all try to achieve happiness. By definition happiness is favored circumstances or luckiness. I say that happiness is earned and deserved. People live their lives everyday to be happy. But few achieve the highest happiness that they want or that they saw themselves having when they were young. When I was young, well younger than I am now, I always thought to myself what I would do with my life. Who I would be, not only as a person but also as a worker, provider for my family, and to my community, I had no idea. Every Thursday morning before school I would wake up extra early. Why would a seven or eight year old boy wake up extra early? It was trash day of course. In the front yard of my, middle class house, there was a little rock, perfect for a young boy or girl to sit on. The trash men would be riding on the back of the truck, holding on with one hand while the other dangled lifelessly by his side. The truck would stop at every house on my street, and I would watch in anticipation of my stop. Finally the trash truck would stop at my house and I would jump up
from my sitting position. The trash man, who never revealed his name, would give me a big smile and a little motion with his hand. I would grab one handle of the barrel while he had the other. "On three" he would say. "One, Two, Three" and the barrel would shoot upward to the back of the truck. This was sheer happiness to a seven-year-old boy. As the years went on I did not sit on the rock waiting for the trash pickup, or even wake up early. I realized that at that point in my life my values and goals were changing. No longer did I want to be a trash man or a fireman or policeman. I wanted to be a cook. I loved food, every kind of food imaginable, except vegetables, I hated vegetables. Cooking came easy for me and it was fun. It made me happy to take flour and eggs and sugar, along with all the other ingredients and make a loaf of bread. The happiest I ever was, was when I was at my grandmothers house. I would wake up before the sunrise with her and make a loaf of bread for that day's lunch. So I no longer would wake up only on Thursday's I would be up every day of one week a year and make bread. However this love for cooking did not last very long. When I hit
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