This is something that happened recently. Well, not recently recently, but it happened this summer, while I was home visiting in Sweden. I was living with my grandparents, since we've rented out our house in Sweden and had one night towards the end of my visit invited over a friend for dinner and a sleepover. Whilst walking from the bus stop to the house with my frien, I saw a shelf attached on the outside of a house and, as curious as I am, decided to go check it out. It turned out to be a "public bookshelf", and, needless to say, I found a few books to my liking where one of said books was Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Me and my friend, and later also my grandparents, got into a discussion about Adichie and feminism (naturally) and all of a sudden I hear my friend tell my grandparents, "Your granddaughter was the one who made me realize that I'm a feminist".
I was in shock. I didn't know what to say. Now, for many people this might not be a big deal. But for me it was. Here I am, fighting for equality, and I get to hear that I have inspired one of my best friends to fight along with me. I was absolutely euphoric, and that is something I will never, ever forget.