I can't find a photo in this period when I am not smiling from ear to ear. I was genuinely happy, almost all the time. I felt that I knew who I was, what I was for, what the world was for, and that I was loved by the person who designed the whole thing. I kept trying to be extra nice to people, which made me feel very smug, and probably annoyed the hell out of my non-believing friends. In the photo my friend holds up a small toy nun next to me as a humorous comparison but I don't think I got it at the time.