Laughter: A Special Part of Life

Samantha - Roscoe, Illinois
Entered on April 15, 2009
Age Group: 18 - 30
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This I Believe

I believe in laughter.

Everyone embodies their own unique laugh that can set them apart from the crowd. Your laughter can evoke laughter from someone else and many times laughing over nothing with a best friend can make the best memories.

For my sister and me, most of our memories come from us laughing over the goofiest things. Since we are so close in age, we both felt that we had to fight for our parent’s undivided attention, whether that is fighting with each other or together making evil plans to sabotage bed time. Most of the time, we chose the demonic strategy that left our parents wondering what we were going to do next.

One hot summer day while my dad was having an important conversation with my grandma, my sister and I grew extremely bored listening to what we called stupid stuff. We ran to our bright pink room, sat on our matching twin beds, and tried to think of something to keep ourselves entertained. When we came up with the perfect plan, we snuck across the short distance to the bathroom. Unknown to us, our mom was standing around the corner watching intently with the video camera.

Heads together, we crouched around the corner. “Are you ready” I asked my sister. Very dramatically, she nodded. “Okay. One. Two.” I whispered. “THREE!” At that exact moment, we sprinted across the living room completely naked.

We were dying of laughter the whole time until we saw the look on our dad’s face. He grabbed us by the arms and in a harsh voice, one that only parents can obtain, whispered “get in your room and put your clothes on! NOW!” We did as we were told but the moment we stepped foot in our room, we were already full of laughter.

Now that years have gone by, my sister and I have grown apart slowly. Not just because our tastes in music, clothes, and boys have changed, but we have matured into two different people who have our own ideas about the world. One thing we will always have is our countless memories of laughing without a care in the world.

Laughter is magical. Taking you to places beyond your wildest dreams.

Laughter is wonderful. Making you feel the joy that everyone desires.

Laughter is special. Something you keep with you forever.

Laughter is something that touches everyone: old and young, black and white, rich and poor. It brightens rooms in the worst of times and can make the best of times even more special. It can bring people together, create memories, and best of all it feels good. Laughter is a special part of life. This I believe.