30 Day Blog Challenge | Personal

Day three: Write about a happy memory

June 3, 2017

For this piece, you gotta listen to this.

For some strange reason, there was only one memory that came to the forefront of my mind when I thought of the word ‘happy’.

It wasn’t getting into uni, nor was it the birth of my nephew (sorry, Harrison).

It was in a stuffy plane, 10,000 feet in the air, surrounded by nothing but sneezing children and beautiful air hostess’. I was 14, and I was travelling from Dubai┬áto Brisbane, the second long-haul flight in a tiring journey.

For the first leg of my flying adventure, I was seated in the aisle seat. My underlying fear of confined spaces and inability to go anywhere without a clear and easy escape route on hand overrode my want to sit at the window.

But coming off the Glasgow to Dubai flight, I decided that enough was enough. I had only ever been on a plane once before, and I didn’t want to waste an entire flight staring at the back of a chair or down the next aisle. So I plucked up the courage to sit at the window, and boy, was it worth it.

On take off, we were flying through the desert. Massive skyscrapers and towering buildings became little dots on a sea of sand as we climbed higher and higher – it was beautiful. At this point in my life, I was obsessing over Imagine Dragons. Their latest album, Night Visions, was available on the plane’s entertainment system, and I had my earphones pushed as far in my ears as possible, soaking in ever lyric and sound.

The familiar beat of my favourite song began to play; On Top of the World just had the power to brighten up my mood as soon as I heard the percussion intro.

As it was playing, I felt my smile grow wider and wider. I felt like I was in one of those wonderlust travel videos that seem to pop up on Facebook every two days. You know the ones – where the cameraman is getting pulled along by a gorgeous girl with caramel wavy locks.

I was a short girl with frizzy hair and specs that were falling off my face, and yet I still felt inspired.

But this feeling was not the pinicle point of this memory. No, what happened next was so much more.

As we reached the chorus, I felt my chest tighten in anticipation. There is a second just at the end of the first verse where there is a breif pause, and the lead singer almost puts a ‘z’ at the beginning of the word ‘I’m’.

If you’re currently listening to the song at the top while reading, please go to 1 minute 51 seconds.

And in the lead up to the chorus, my window was suddenly engulfed in cloud. You couldn’t see anything, no sea, no sky, nothing.

And then we were surrounding in blue. We had broken through the clouds at the exact moment Dan Reynolds said that he was on top of the world, and I felt infinite.

I remember getting rather emotional – my excitement and nerves had all disappated with this onslaught of endless sky and bright sun. I truly felt like I was on top of the world.

It’s quite a strange happy memory – it’s one that I can’t quite explain to people if the subject or song ever comes up. But it is something I will definitely never forget – I like to think of it as the moment that I realised I just had to see more of the world.


What’s your happiest memory? Have you ever flown and broken through the clouds?

This was day three of my 30 day blog challenge.


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  1. This is so beautifully written. I’m not sure what my happiest memory is, I’ll have to do some thinking! I’m flying to the USA on Thursday and I can’t wait to have some thinking time up in the clouds!

    Kirsty | The Monday Project | themondayproject.co.uk

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