I don't think I can claim any one day was the best. When I think about great days, they're all the best in that time and ranking them seems impossible.

One was seeing Broken Social Scene in Toronto in December 2010. I'd seen them several times before and really was going only to use up vacation before the end of the year. What made this so memorable was they not only played my favorite song (Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl) but it was performed by my favorite musician. Broken Social Scene has a bit of a revolving lineup, and that was the only night I've seen them when Emily Haines was there. I was right in front, and it was memorable.

Another was snowshoeing in Adirondack Park last December (again burning up vacation). I didn't really know what I was getting into. I live in Wisconsin, a pretty flat area. The Adirondacks aren't Alps, but they're still impressive. Without really knowing what I was doing until the very end, I hiked up Wright Peak, a 4587 foot mountain requiring about 2500 feet ascending. The views were unlike any I'd seen before, and I earned them rather than just looking out the window of a car or airplane. It meant a lot to me.

But then there are a handful of meaningful times with friends, both in the romantic sense and not.

Each was a high point compared to the days around them, but comparing days years apart when I've been growing and changing doesn't seem practical.