Happy Memories

[Changing4Best]

When I lived in the Tampa Bay area of Florida, USA, the sunsets there are said to be some of the best in the world. On The Gulf of Mexico is where this is. My friend and I would go to the beach at sunset and watch it change every 30 seconds (God's Art! He paints it with a huge paint brush, we used to always say). Anyway, we'd walk along in our bare feet at the water's edge, the water was so warm. The beach sands were pure white too. Just gorgeous!

 

[Deleted member 19804]

When I was little, I would stay over with my maternal grandparents for a while in the summer. I was their first grandchild and they were very kind. We would go on long bikerides (where I'm from, everyone rides a bike almost everywhere that's less than 10 kilometers away) through the countryside and go on picnics. When the weather was worse, my younger cousins and I would always hide our granddad's slippers. He would pretend not to notice and always fully participate in a house-wide search for them, with my cousins and me giggling continuously. Those were great days. It's a real shame he passed away when I was still in primary school.

 

[Deleted member 12723]

I have a great memory of something that happened when my kids were teenagers. I woke up one morning and they had dyed a happy face on one leg of my faithful sidekick Mysty, and they had dyed a unhappy face on the other front leg. She was black and white.

I had to take her to the vet for something and the vet told me that she had never seen markings like that before. I just kept my mouth shut and smiled.

I then used colored markers on my daughters cat and we all laughed.

 

[ms spock]

Sun, playing with my sisters and brothers, riding our bikes, the sense of connection.

 

[The Albatross]

When I would visit my grandparents, part of their day would be to nap. I remember waking various times and my grandmother would be next to me, lying on her side facing me with her head propped up in her hand. She had the most loving look on her face. She would watch me sleep. I felt totally safe with her always and even though she is not living anymore, it makes me feel better to think that perhaps she still watches me when I sleep.

 

[Deleted member 19804]

Not really a memory, but I just read some of the "diary" entries my mother and the day care center would write about 3 year old me. They always make me smile.
Apparently I wanted to be a ladybug and marry the group teacher :')

 

[The Albatross]

I used to wear moccasins shorts, have a canteen and a bag of trail mix or snack tied around my waste and hike/scout/trail/explore stealthily all through the Anza Borrego and Agua Caliente desert's as a child pretending I was an indian/Native American. Imagine my surprise when as an adult I found out I was one. I was always an Indian, never a cowboy/girl. I would find nests and examine the odd things that the animals would place there, track and sometimes chase road runners or tumbleweeds.

 

[The Albatross]

@SheilaKathy , I used to hide in way at the top of a willow tree in our next door neighbors yard.

 

[Britt.f7]

My son every time he'd finish playing football. He'd always have a grin from ear to ear. Unless they lost of course. Still his mood was always so much better when he played.

 

[Ti Vu]

Not too distant of a memory. 2011. My fifth period art class with Mr. E. In the beginning of the year, we started off with a real small group. Quietly sitting on each side of the table. Just this random assortment of people. By December or January, our table was packed! People transferred in, left their original table to join ours. It was pretty much shoulder to shoulder with the ten of us. (Plus visitors.) And boy were we loud and rowdy. I think only two or three of us ever got anything done. We'd just hang out, mess around and play games. Horrible, I know. But it was so much fun. :)

 

[Changing4Best]

I stayed under budget at the grocery today, first time in a long time! (Groceries are so expensive!). I was so happy when the checkout lady told me how much I owed.

 

[Ti Vu]

I'm watching the FIFA World Cup right now and I just remembered PE from my sophomore year of high school. (Sorry guys, yes, another one.) I have a lot of memories from HS come to think about it.

Anyway, back in PE, we would cycle through activities over the course of the school year. I'm not sure what month it was, but soccer was up. The teacher chose our teams for us. Six to a team, I think. But I got teamed up with J. He was a year younger than me and I didn't really know him too well, but we all knew the same people. Friends of friends. It was off to a slow start because I was nervous about playing with a team. I'm not really into team sports. Or sports for that matter. The pace really picked up after a few games though. And it seemed like he and I were the only ones on our team playing hard. But we had tons of fun playing too. Laughs all the time. We would break out in dance and high fives after every goal. And we would score pretty often. Which meant that the other team (and the rest of ours) had to endure three, four, sometimes five dances a game.

I didn't that I would be any good at soccer or enjoy any sport before that, but that class made it really fun.