Laughter Is The Best Medicine

Megan - Volant, Pennsylvania
Entered on May 11, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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You never see upsetting photos in a scrapbook, although it is those very saddening moments that get us to each happy snapshot. Without the balance of the bad, we would not know what it means to be good, or happy.

Every weekend I visit my boyfriend. We act like siblings sometimes and wrestle around through the house. Mothers always tell you not to run through the house. My mother always tells me that I’m like a bull in a china shop. It is so true.

On this particular day I was in an extravagant mood. His mother left the house to get his brother. This was a bad idea, because it meant freedom. We may act like little kids, but at least we are having fun and enjoying life. I’d rather release my inner child then sit around and mope all day because there’s nothing to do. Most of the time you have to entertain yourself if you don’t have anywhere to go at the time.

Within five minutes he was chasing me through the house with a spatula. I ran for the kitchen, because two can play that game, but things went wrong. My clumsy feet hit the tile, my sandwich hit the ceiling, and I hit the floor. I went from vertical to horizontal in two seconds flat.

He was so worried that I had gotten badly injured to notice my laughter at first. I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to explode though. I told him that I was okay, then I realized that my dinner was demolished. I cried out for my poor sandwich and he thought that was just hilarious. What was even funnier was that I had a huge glob of mustard and ketchup behind my ear and all through my hair. Yeah, I bruised my knee but it didn’t even hurt because of the overwhelming laughter that was flowing out of me.

A couple of days later my friend was in a horrible mood. I suddenly remembered what had happened earlier that weekend. As I told her what went on a smile gently grew on her tired face. She laughed hard. I was happy to share my mishap of humor with her. She seemed a lot brighter afterwards.

Laughter truly is the best medicine. I believe that with a world full of laughter, a peace of mind can be established. It helps to lift the spirit and distract one from the stressful moments wired into each day.