I'm going to give my favorite St. Patrick's Day experience.
My father has been dead for 13 years now. His birthday would have been on March 16th, so I think of him often at this time of year.
When I was in high school, he used to have a store, where he sold appliances. Every St. Patrick's Day, he had a big sale at his store. My mother and I used to bake cookies for it, and decorate the store.
In my senior year, he let me skip school on St Patrick's Day, and I dressed up in a very pretty green dress and wore green ribbons in my hair, and passed out cookies to all the people who came into the store.
I'm 61 now, and moved away from home right after my senior year, so it was the last St Patrick's Day I spent with him.
It doesn't sound like much, but it's a really nice memory for me.