I don't know what year or day it was, but just this one memory I have of being at home and watching The Worst Witch with my mom just in the kitchen with the Christmas tree all lit up when it was gloomy and sort of dark outside.
That's such a random, obscure memory, but it's just one of those moments in which I was happy for no apparent reason. So it was just joy and contentment, and not excitement, which for me is always fleeting. Oh, and I don't think I had homework then.
Or either this one time when my mom made blueberry muffins. ...I feel that somehow I am not answering the question very well. I feel like I should lie and say that I'd experience something historic, or at least something with a credible verb in it, and not something stupid like blueberry muffins.
But, for the record, at least I was honest.