What Would Your Patronus Be? Your Best Memory?

[NarcSis]

My happiest memory is of lying on the beach at night staring up in complete awe of the zillions of stars in the sky.

The sand still warm on my back from the days heat, the soft lapping of the waves the only sound to be heard and the realization of just how small this world really is in my mind.

I still get that feeling of complete peacefulness on the rare occasions when I can look up and see a full night sky.

 

[smrflwr]

My happiest memory is riding my horse and knowing I have worked with her till our movements are like a harmony.

Galoping down the dirt road, wind in my face, it still gives me the biggest thrill :) . Watching the wildlife when we slow down, it seems other animals have less fear when you are on horse back. Just knowing you don't have to concentrate on anything other than the harmony you keep with your horse, at that moment I feel at peace, I feel whole.

 

[NewDay770]

I love this thread. :)

The first thing I could recall was my lover's eyes looking into mine. I cannot remember anything more beautiful and fascinating!

NewDay770

 

[Froggie]

What an awesome thread - just been feeling good inside and out since I've been reading it.

My patronus would be the small clearing in the forest that was close by the house when I was little. I would hide there when things were rough going. It was such a fantastic place where there was peaceful and safe energy flowing through it. It must of been real because the forest had wolves and bears roaming all the time and I never encountered one or the other. It was my safe place when I was little, and I stayed in love with nature for what it gave me. That's why I love my dining room window scene : the river, the trees, the birds, the squirrels, etc.

 

[freakofnurture]

The happiest I've ever been is when I'm cuddling with my husband. A hug from him makes everything better.

Before that I have memories of feeling alive, strong and in contact with the world around me while playing with the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The water always had a mere 18°C and the waves were huge and strong and I had to dive under quite a lot of them, feeling the water whirling me around, tugging at my body, but I felt like nothing could ever happen to me out there (thanks, coast guards!). The ocean was my friend and we were playing together and nothing else existed at that moment.

 

[Red Feather]

Another happy memory was a dream I once had.

My son was lying on top of me and hugging me and we were singing a song together and I thought this is really what happiness means.

 

[Red Feather]

I had a band for two weeks. We practiced every day for two weeks while we were preparing for a concert. I was so happy. I was so happy to have someone to play with who was supporting me. I felt so alive and focused. I don't think I ever felt so happy like that. After all the bad things that had happened, I thought finally things were going turn out well.

 

[Britt.f7]

In the 70's we would run and play in the rain, squish our toes in the mud.

We lived in an apartment building and there was this man who was a musician. He would bring his giant amplifier outside and would let all of us kids sing in the microphone to the music of the time. It was an awesome time.

 

[SweetPeaandSunBird]

In the 70's we would run and play in the rain, squish our toes in the mud.

Funny, I was thinking about one of my earliest happy memories (in the 70's) and dealing with "toes"!:

Before Head Start and official pre-school existed in our area, my mother dropped me off to a children's center called "Mother's Day Off." It was like a cheerful recreational center -- with a play ground. My favorite "teacher" there was named Ms. A. She didn't look like anyone in my family because she looked very hippie-ish, with long hair below her waist (an obvious attraction for a little girl who wasn't allowed to have long hair growing up in the 70's). Ms. A took a group of us to the playground and to the sandbox. It was a huge sandbox. She told us we could take off our shoes and let our toes feel the sand. I couldn't believe it. (In my house or outside, you were not allowed to go without shoes on.) The sand was warm, but the weather wasn't hot and humid yet. And Ms. A took special care to tell me, to convince me that I wasn't going to get in trouble if I took my shoes off.

It was such a delightful (and challenging/empowering) experience.

Bless you's to Ms. A!

 

[Privateer]

Well, mine would have to be a wild boar.

I think my best memory might be my wedding day. Tough choice, though.