The day I left for college. Not the actual leaving part, that's probably one of the saddest memories I have, but right before that, I went to breakfast with my family. We don't always get along, but for that one meal it was perfect; we laughed, we shared stories, no one fought, and I almost forgot that I wasn't going to see these guys for quite a while. Now that I'm on the other side of the country, this memory is what keeps me going. I freaking love my family, man.