was sixteen. A glorious, sunny Friday. Walked to a friend's house after an easy day of school, filled with excitement knowing "the boys" were coming over later that night. Straightened hair, had girl time.
6pm - got a call from our town's newspaper saying I'd been accepted to write for our local teen's column. 7pm - did my first ever backflip on a trampoline. 9pm- kissed the boy I'd had a crush on for 3 years.
In hindsight, none of those things are "big" wins. But at sixteen, I wanted nothing more.