The most important part was that I shocked myself (which should be practically impossible, like how can I surprise myself 😂).
That is quite the achievement.
My proudest moments were the day I wrote my first story and the day my father read my first story.
Once I learned some poem in the elementary school, my step father ripped the paper to shreds and threw it into the fire, asking something like "what is this bullshit?"
The poem was about a tired father at night.
I did not wrote it. A famous Hungarian poet (Móra Ferenc) wrote it. The title of the poem was "Este", which means "Evening" in English.
By the way, I also participate in this blogging challenge, and today I wrote about the same topic as you (my proudest moment). It is an interesting coincidence. Feel free to check my profile.