As I was sorting through the zillions of boxes of memorabilia I've lugged from state to state all these years, I found this neat little book I had made when I was 8 or 9, called "A Little Book of Happyness." Inside were pictures I had drawn of my whole family, lists of my cousins and friends, and little stories or poems I had written.
It was pretty much my current blog! Cute little whimsies about happiness and my life.
I couldn't believe it.
Perhaps this interest I have in happiness is deep-rooted, just part of who I am. Pretty neat, huh?
What parts of your personality have remained the same throughout your lifetime so far?