I believe I was at my happiest at the end of 6th grade, when we got out of quarantine and I started going back to school in person, along with that summer going into 7th grade. I had moved back to the US the summer going into 6th grade, and because of quarantine I wasn't able to make any friends. I spent almost a whole year with only one friend in the same continent as me. When I finally went back to school, I was so excited to be making new friends. I spent the summer hanging out and becoming closer with all my new friends, and it was such a fun time. I was also finally old enough to hang out with friends on my own, and felt very grown up and independent. There haven't been many times in my life when I was happy, but that is one.