St. Patrick's Day

What does St. Patrick's Day mean to me? Well, since I have absolutely no idea how it started, its meaning to me probably isn't the meaning it was meant to have. St. Patrick's Day to me is a day to believe in the luck of a four-leafed clover. When I was growing up, I remember being told that if you find a four-leafed clover and make a wish, your wish will come true. Because I was quite a gullible little child, every St. Patrick's Day I went out into the yard and searched through all of the clover patches for a four-leafed clover that I knew was out there waiting for me to find. I only found a four-leafed clover one time, and I wanted to keep it forever. So I kept it in my pocket, thinking that as long as I had it with me, I'd have good luck. Every time something good happened to me, I believed that it was the luck of my four-leafed clover. Imagine my surprise when I realized that my four-leafed clover was in fact in the washing machine and not in my pocket. St. Patrick's Day became a day when I learned to believe in myself and to make my own luck.