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Good Memories / Happy Times... They Need to be Remembered, Too

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When I was younger @5 or6 my granpa bought me a pony. Bandit was a retired circus pony. Shortly after grampa brought him home he started escaping. As always the fence was always intact. Could not figure out how hw was getting out. One day gramma just happened to be out side taking in some sun when the mystery was finally solve. That little stinker would lay down and literally roll himself under the fence. I still remember gramma chasing him around trying to catch him. It was absolutly hilarious. He would wait for her to get right up to him then bolt. This must have gone on for an hour. Grampa finally caught him after he stopped laughing at gramma.
 
Hi Marlene, the most happiest night for me was being on duty in Berlin when the Wall came down. I'll never forget the sense of joy in the peoples faces and the happiness that there was that night. I'll cherish it forever.
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My husband is an avid fisherman and while I've never really been into fishing, one day he told me there was a spot on a lake close to our home that the fish were really biting. So I went out in the boat with him. He wasn't kidding. Every time the bait would touch the water, a fish would hit it. They were all brim (some call them pan fish or crappie). We just kept putting them into the live well and went on fishing.

When we got back home and emptied the live well, there were 78 fish in there! OMG-we had to clean them all, too. I still have pictures of us sitting in the driveway cleaning fish.

Just a fun afternoon spent with my best friend. :smile:
 
Marlene,


Thank you for this thread it has helped me alot. I don't have but a few good memories thathaven't been ruined by a nother event shortly after. I am glad to see that so many of you do though, I guess it gives me hope for the future. Maybe one day I'll have more to put here but for now what I have is the day that my each of my boys were born and my wedding day.(when I married wildcritter)
 
maybe i am just strange, and i never realized it til i was looking at some snapshots of my brothers and myself, but i don't remember hardly any "normal" stuff from my childhood. i know who the people are in the pics, but that's about it. it is kind of unsettling to think that you forget the good while remembering the bad. i feel kind of sorry that i can't remember much.
cathy
 
I lived on a farm and our closest neighbor lived down the road about a half mile on a paved blacktop road. I would make sure mom and dad were out in the fields or "busy" so that I could hop on my bike and travel to my neighbor's driveway. At her drive way was a shallow drainage area that had so many tadpoles every year! I would go down there and stick my bare feet in the mud and catch as many as I could find. Every once in a while, my neighbor (I don't know her), would come out of her house and yell down the the long driveway (1/4 mile) "Get otta there! Shoo! Go!" And I would hop on my bike and travel in the opposite direction of my house, go down to the next mile and go around the mile block back to the house. It's a long four mile trip, but well worth it to see those tadpoles.
 
I remember being about 4 or 5.. coming from a big Italian family.. we were sitting around the dinner table have traditional pasta & stuff.. I didnt feel very good.. I had a sore throat, drank some milk and threw up.. but it was still a happy memory cuz we were all together, and happy having dinner. I guess cuz it was before anything bad had happened yet. But still a good memory.
 
When W went on meds finally the first time, we went away not long after for a few days to a place called Mission Beach, which is just a tropical paradise on the Great Barrier Reef coast. He was so calm and plesant and seemed happy and content, so satisfied with everything.
 
When I was 16, I was 'kidnapped' by my friends for my birthday. My friends had arranged with my parents the night before to be let in while I was in the shower. I walked into my room in a robe with a towel on my head to hear a chorus of 'suprise' and 'happy birthday'. I was given a bouquet of flowers, some gifts and taken to breakfast (one of my friend's mom was in on it, too). Then it was off to school.

It may not seem like much, but it was the first time that I'd had my birthday to myself. My dad, my sister and I all had birthdays that fell within a week of each other, so all three birthdays were a group event. But this day was all mine and it made me feel very special.
 
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