The Happy One

Kristen - Bedford, New York
Entered on April 30, 2009
Age Group: Under 18

I always believed that no matter who or what you do or how you act that you could make someone happy. The value is that I’ll always find happiness. I learned that no matter what you or some can go though. There will still happiness inside. I am happy I have found a way to cheer people.

It all started in fourth grade on a Saturday night. I was with my neighbors and cousins on the porch. We were all trying to find or try things to do since the afternoon. Everyone was depressed since it was already night and there wasn’t a lot to do at night. I was depressed too, but for a different reason. I was sad because I didn’t like anyone, even if I don’t know the person, sad or depress. So I started to make sounds and funny faces, after a few seconds everyone started to look at me with a face that said “what the heck is she doing”. After a few minutes everyone started to laugh and kept laugh after a while. Then one of my neighbors said” if I would go on a car ride for three days, I would bring Kristen cause she is funny.” Then after he said that, one of my cousins said “Me too.” I was felt proud that I was able to brighten their day……or night.

Another event that happened in my life was when my friends and I were outside wondering what to do, again. So we were all sitting the road bored. Since there was nothing to do I started to play around with a little pile of sand and sticks. I was playing Tic-Tac-Toe by myself, or drawing faces or writing the most random things. After doing this for a while I started chuckling and while I was doing this I didn’t notice two of my friends were watching me the whole time. Then one of them said to my cousin “Your cousin is never bored” and then my cousin said ”Yep she can came up with something that is always funny”

After fourth grade passed by, I stopped being funny to my friends on my street and could only make my friends at school or family friends laugh. As I lost my humor with my street friends, I also started to lose contact with them, what I mean is that I started to stop talking to them even if I see them or hang out. For some reason I started to became more quiet than being the happy-go-lucky and loud girl on the street. But after the beginning of fifth grade, my best buddy, my grandpapa or papa died. He was always there to cheer me up when I was down, he would always there encourage me to follow my dreams. So after he died, I was really depressed and down. It took days or months until I finally healed, all I needed was my loving family and true friends to comfort me at the time. Now I’m in middle school, on my street I’m now the weird or emo or violent one. But at school I’m still the clown of my friends. Even though I’m still a little depress, I know that papa is watching me from Heaven and I don’t want him to think it’s his fault that I’m depressed.