I had a very nice day hiking in the mountains near Sacramento, but hope I've not had my best day yet.

I am 21 years old and i am from Afghanistan now live in the Finland

Either doing aerobatics or playing with a cheetah and baby lion cubs. Both totally different, hard to pick between.

Not one. Just some days that are better than others.

12/7/1984 the day my daughter, Lorrae, was born.

I have fun every day. Here's one experience I will never forget:

Standing in a Rainbow

At age 23, I backpacked on Mt. Shuksan in northeast Washington. That evening, we camped above the tree line around 7,000’ elevation. We saw the sun set behind Vancouver Island, British Columbia.

The next day, a massive storm blew in. Hail piled up like snowdrifts, washing small ptarmigan birds downhill. "PEEP! Peep…peep…pe…”

Lightning struck around us. “Here, you hold my ice axe.” Pouring rain soaked us to the skin. Sun shone in a nearby valley.

And we stood in a rainbow. We saw the rainbow colors on each other’s faces. I stuck out my arm and marveled at the colors on my arm. It only lasted for a minute or two. We were not high. My hiking partner was a medical doctor.

Afterward, the sun steamed our backs as we slogged our way to the car.

This was a PEAK experience in my life.

I met two other hikers who stood in a rainbow high in the mountains during a rainstorm. People don’t believe them, either. Men lecture me on refracted light and insist it is impossible. Mansplaining.

All of them.

Way too many to choose from.

The day I got on an airplane and flew back to the USA from Viet Nam.

Easy. The day my daughter was born. I was 23.