Your happiest memory

A simple question.

What is your happiest memory ever, the one you try to remember when things get unpleasant?

Mine is rather stupid, actually.

One time — I don't remember how old I was, perhaps twelve or thirteen or something — I took a cheap plastic bobsled and went for a ride down the hill near my grandma's mountain house. Then I fell down, and looked at the sky, and it was grey, and, in some silly way that I could not begin to explain, I felt that that grey was the most beautiful thing ever.

What about you?

edited 14th Apr '12 10:28:41 AM by Carciofus

Ooooh, that's really weird. Now that you ask, I can't think of any!

Dammit!

When things get unpleasant, I think of unpleasant memories. My happy memories are all blackwashed....

I have a lot, but being as I just became an eagle scout...

There's a running gag about pinewood derby being when fathers get to make cars, and kids get to sit around and watch. Then those kids grow up, and as fathers, they get to make cars, and thier kids get to sit around and watch. It's funny, mainly because it's true. Most fathers go nuts trying to make a car that can win, constantly trying to make their kid do what looks cool and is aerodynamic, etc.

Well, for my pinewood derby, my dad decided that he was going to make whatever car I wanted, not whatever car would win. So we made a car that, to my 8 year old mind was the COOLEST THING EVER. The creative process basically consisted of me saying "WE SHOULD DO THIS" and my dad helping me do it. It was solid red, had a big glitter gold 7 on the top, and was both unaerodynamic and badly weighted. Also, it had a pair of googly eyes on the front. It was, to me, the greatest thing ever.

Well, you've seen this story before, and you know how it ends. We got to the pinewood derby (note: one of the dads had gone nuts, and turned this into a big deal. We had instant replay, audiences, concession stands, it was the highlight of the year) and saw the other cars, most of which were really, really well done. We also saw a lot of fathers who were a lot more excited then their kids. I was so happy that day, because even though I had absolutely no chance at winning, I had my car, that I had built.

And then...

I won. MY TINY LITTLE RED CAR WON. It was the greatest thing. I even beat out the kid who had spent the past 5 meetings showing off his exact model of a BMW.

I know that you aren't reading this, but thanks, dad. You rock.

I'm thinking of the first time I fired a rifle.

I kept missing for ages but now I can take the lid off a bottle from several feet away with the iron sights.

That's a potentially life-saving skill I've learnt.

Not quite sure, but there was this time around last November, just before the finals, where I got to talk to someone I'd been missing quite a lot for a month or so.

Apology if it seems insignificant or anything, but having to sacrifice nearly all of my spare time for schoolwork - particularly group projects - was quite frustrating enough without most people IRL being less than pleasant in attitude, I was quite unsure of the outcome of a rather important thing I did in October due to my complete inability to think straight and overall I was more or less on a misanthropic stage and quite unable to act nice to anyone without seeing them as hostile or otherwise untrustworthy and trying to keep going on anger and self-righteousness was swift to murder creativity, meaning that it was quite important for me to say the least.

I also played Gretel And Hansel around the same time. ^_^

Many thanks. Cheerio.

Not sure. Maybe the day that this happened. Alternatively my trips to the wat in general. I'm not happy in the sense of being emotionally bouncy happy or anything. I am calm and at peace and clear. And I'm home.

shit, probably when I first moved to Floria. Driving down I75 in central Florida on my way to Tampa, late December, sunset, and like 75 degrees out. Everything just seemed, right, I guess. I was at peace, and moving to a new place, with family, a new place to explore, get to be a new person. Wasn't that hard to sever all connections up north since I really didn't have any.

Another being like 2 weeks moving to Florida, met some random girl hanging out at the beach nearby my home, first person I met down there. Things got romantic pretty quickly. Those first 2 days were great. Don't know how to explain it. Just that butterflies feeling, everything seems more colorful and everything seems at balance. Of course I had to fuck that up with my social awkwardness. Ugh.

The night all the neighborhood kids gathered in our pool and we swam for what must have been three hours, playing and laughing and horsing around. I was probably about ten. I spent most of the time with the neighbors' friend- I was madly in love with her and, to this day, have yet to meet anyone else who makes me feel like she did all those years ago. That evening was sublime.

At the moment, it's my four-year-old self loudly imitating Basil Fawlty while staying at a hotel, to the chagrin of my parents. I wasn't sorry, though.

The night that Girly Colt came out and told me he loved me and I had already been feeling that towards him, but was too chicken **** to say anything to him.

I will never forget that moment, it was like something out of a movie or dream.

edited 19th Apr '12 12:10:20 AM by RainbowMatt

Possibly the first time I asked a girl out, and she said yes.

That's so sweet~

And my happiest would be the first time I told Bunny I loved him.

Is it weird that the first thing to come to mind was that you were about to teach us the Patronus charm?

Probably when I went to the prom with [REDACTED]. Except, while the actual memory is pretty happy, recalling it kind of bums me out.

I just realized I dont know how to make a patronus. Sucks.

...how bad is it that I keep coming to this thread, but I just can't seem to answer the question?

I feel you bro

The first few times my best friend and I hugged! The first he gave me when I was at his birthday party, and the next was a really long one.

Can't think of any.

My happiest moment was when I had finally acquired all 4 discs of the Taimanin Asagi animation, my absolute favorite hentai series. Immense joy not to mention quite a good orgasm was had.

I was 17. I had been in a long-distance relationship with a girl who lived in Florida (I was in Indiana). After three years of talking to her on the computer and over the phone, I get the chance to see her. Her father needed to take a business trip to Kentucky, just South of the Indiana state line. A little while before it's time for them to leave to go back to Florida, he agrees to make a detour.

I got to eat dinner with her in person, spend an hour holding her hand and talking, and even managed to get a hug and first kiss before she left.

It was a good day.

One day a really long time ago I looked at the back of a painting that hangs in my room, and something was written on it. Turns out it was painted by my grandfather, specifically to me.

I can't think of any, either.

I miss my boyfriend...Those were great times.

Expecto Patrooooonum!