Laughter - My Favourite Depression Getaway
It's no secret. My favourite depression getaway is laughter. When I was growing up I remember getting in a snit and wanting to pout and punish anyone around me. My Dad would say 'now don't you smile Wendy' and I would try to hold on to my pout. He would say 'no smiling, there will be no smiling in this house' and that was it! I would immediately smile and couldn't wipe that smile off of my face. It worked every time. Not that I was glad about that. I really did want to pout a little longer and punish those terrible parents who had caused my disappointment. But alas, smile I did and it made it much easier to move on from my troubles.