Birth of my first child, hands down the most awesome experience ever. Nothing will beat the simultaneous feelings of exhiliration, panic, anxiety, amazement, and sheer joy. That will never happen again.
When I was younger 10-12ish I was watching Star Trek with my dad and the “bigness” and possibilities of space hit me. I wondered around in a daze of “wow” for a few days. I still sort of get that feeling but nothing like it was back then before I realized the realities of life. I highly suspect that in my lifetime I will not be able to enjoy an ice cream cone on some tropical beach type planet on the other side of the galaxy and that bums me out.
I was born a couple of million years too early.
Just shy of twenty years old. Studying abroad in Spain, gotten over the homesickness at last and found a few good friends. Sitting outside the bar on a warm April evening, drinking bottle after bottle of red wine, eating the complimentary olives the waiters have brought us. And talking. For hours and hours and hours.
It was a good evening then. It would be a great deal sweeter and more painful now. Many’s the road taken by many a first friend, and each one I’ve never seen again.
Travelling to Toronto with my parents, in 1945, to watch my very first movie in a real Theater! If I recall correctly, the film was The Royal Mounties Ride Again or something similar. The details are lost to me now, but I do remember how excited I was and how I bragged to my friends later about the experience.
Now I’m feeling sorry for the only guy who ever got beat by OtakuLoki. 
(At least until you won you’re next match).
Christmas Eve, 2005. Sitting on a bench next to the fireplace with my husband, drinking prodigious amounts of Trappist ale and grazing the Hickory Farms box. We sat there all day giggling and canoodling.
That or Dec 23, 2007: riding on a rickshaw through Coba, with my husband’s arm around me. I was grinning ear to ear, and it was one of those moments where I knew at the time I was experiencing it that it would be one of my best memories. That whole day was magic.
That day in the summer of 1986 when I was stunned to suddenly realize that the hot babe I was working with in the file room was flirting with me. (We had a torrid relationship that lasted about 3 years, my first serious romance.)
The first day of our honeymoon when the plane landed early in the morning in Sydney, we checked into our hotel, and it hit me that we had 2 weeks with nothing to do but explore a new continent (parts of it, anyway).
I have a feeling I will someday want to relive some of these moments with my son, when he is still young and likes to do stuff with his dad.
Nepal, 1980. After walking almost 4 weeks straight from Lamasongu, I had finally made it to the top of Kala Patar, a hill famous for its view of Mt Everest. The sight of Mt Everest was overwhelming. The altitude (18,000 ft.) had really sapped my strength, so I had taken longer to get there than I planned. It was the middle of winter so it would be dark soon. I was only able to stay about 10 minutes.
Just give me another hour there!
The time he (he is an ex) was tickling me and I said “Just don’t hurt me” and he said “I could never hurt you because I love you.” He had never said that before, and I didn’t think I heard correctly, so I said “huh?” and he said, “It’s true… I heart… you always.”
He held true to his word and never hurt me, physically or mentally, for the entire time we were together. He was the only one who did not. He’s still one of my best friends.
I don’t think I will find another one like him.
I want to relive the weekend my oldest son was married. It truly was a magical weekend. There was only 55 close family and friends at Panarama ski resort. we all knew we had been part of something special, but we never realized what a gift we had been given. It was the last time I saw him alive, three weeks later my son was killed on the job.
Hrm. Depends on perspective, and how much can be changed.
When I was 7, my family took an incredible cross-country road trip. I have a feeling that, were I not 7 and bored out of my mind (and vaguely carsick), I would’ve really enjoyed it and gotten something out of it. I’d relive that if I had my current perspective of the world.
If not… Hands down, first kiss. It was totally unexpected, and a really magical moment. (She grabbed me, spun me around, and kissed me. I was left absolutely stunned. I’ll never forget her.)
That would be an awesome gift, to be able to relive that.
Me? Maybe my wedding day, as I was all caught up in the details and didn’t give enough attention to the magic and joy. Or else that wonderful vacation a few years ago when the days seem to last forever, and I was completely relaxed.
When I was probably between the ages of 10 and 16, my parents use to rent a camp on a lake for two weeks each year. I remember when I was at the younger end of the scale, I use to get so excited about going that I use to stuff all my clothes in a garbage bag and call it “packing”. I made friends with the boy next door, we made bon fires and my father would throw me in the lake with my clothes on.
It was probably only during those times that my father wasn’t so into the TV. That he would actually interact with us. Have fun with us. I had adventures. Went hiking. Swimming for hours. Sneaking out of the camp at night, laying on the lake looking at the stars.
I was a kid that was allowed to be a kid. Probably the best times of my childhood.
So she was a big girl, was she?
Heh heh. I knew someone would go there.
Well, there was that too of course but we had been living together for over a year already.
I want to relive the first wedding I went to. The sunshine, the warm summer air, the old manor grounds, all the bubbles from the party favours floating around… there really was something magic that day.
I think I was 18 years old, mountain climbing with a church group in Colorado. I, being a Texas flatlander, was in the back of the group, struggling up a very steep incline- it must’ve been at least a thirty-degree angle. Someone up above us knocked a rock loose, and it started bouncing down towards us.
It was a large rock- probably a foot across, and maybe twenty pounds. By the time it got to us, it was going really fast- anyone hit by it would be seriously hurt, if not killed. I started moving to the side to get out of its way.
But then I looked downhill to shout out a warning to the guys below me- and saw that there was a group of people who were resting, sitting facing downhill. Even if they heard me, it didn’t look as though they’d have time to get out of the way.
I didn’t even think about it- I stepped back towards the rock, and I swear, time stopped. Using my walking stick, I *caught *the rock, and gently levered it down, stopping it instantly. The people downhill hadn’t even realized what I’d done, and I doubt there’s any way I could ever do it again.
That day when it was just me and my auntie…I remember it vaguely. We had gone out just the two of us to do grocery shopping. I remember we went to a few stores.
When you get the two of us together, it’s crazy fun. We laugh together endlessly.
What I remember the most was when we were sitting in the car outside of O’Oka Supermarket, and she said something to me that made me spew Dr. Pepper all over the windshield.
It was marvelous.
Or also, the night we were at the county fair, and it was pissing rain. Hardcore downpour, a torrent, waterfalls falling from the tents, mud up to my knees, and we couldn’t help but giggle and laugh in the rain.
I also lost one of my rubber slippers in the mud as we ran for the exit of the fair. Completely awesome.
sighs wistfully Fun times, fun times.