Favorite Memories

[English Lady]

I have so very many! can i come back for seconds later?

-Sitting on a bench on the front at Filey with my Nanna and Grandad, I was about 10 years old and as a little dog walked past i exclaimed "Awww what a cute King Edward!!" (I meant a King Charles of course!) and us laughing at it for ages.

-My sister when she was about 6 complaining to my Nanna about her burnt roast potato at the Christmas dinner, then posing with it on a fork for photographic evidence.

-My baptism. the young fellow i didn't know becoming a christian and the two lads from my class in school showing up.

-meeting my husband at the train station for our first metting offline. Seeing his blushing, dimpled cheeks and sweet, sexy eyes and feeling that this moment was a very, very important one.

-that very first kiss, pressed up against a tree trunk in a beautiful garden past midnight. Wondering what all the fuss was about at first, then as the kissing continued, realising just exactly what it was.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Open up! Continuity police!

Now what's going on here?

Someone(not me) decided to cool off an open bottle of Guinness by sticking it in the freezer. A few hours later when they realized it was frozen, said person put it in the over to thaw it out.

 

[oggbashan]

Freediving, age 10, in the Mediterranean off Gibraltar catching squid with my bare hands.

My second abseil off a cliff. On the first I was too busy concentrating to enjoy it.

Being catapulted from an aircraft carrier in a two seat version of a fighter jet.

Being present at the first ever performance by Cream.

Attending Jazz concerts in Battersea Park in the early 1960s.

My first 'Last Night of the Proms'.

Attending a performance of the Royal Ballet, in full uniform when a Boy Scout, meeting the performers backstage beforehand to hear them explain what ballet was about and what they intended to convey with their art. Being shown and feeling the muscles on the male and female stars.

The first time I met Her Majesty the Queen.

I could go on and on because I have so much to be thankful for...

Og

 

[Wildcard Ky]

Wow. So many to choose from....

Cruising around on Friday night listening to Van Halen trying to find something to do. Getting tired of Van Halen and putting in the Ratt tape.

Holding a little girl and knowing that I had helped to make her.

Riding in an F-16 through the Grand Canyon.

Getting into an airplane to go off to fight in a war on the other side of the world, having no idea when or if I would be coming back.

Crawling into a smashed car to save a young womans life. A few seconds later, and it would have been my car that was hit head on.

The first time I ever disappeared into the woods.

 

[Dar~]

Seeing two lines instead of one.

Holding my daughter for the first time

Promising forever on a gorgeous day in a gorgeous place to a wonderful man.

My daughter holding my newborn son

Walking across the stage and shaking the principal's hand

Singing the lead solo to a standing ovation

 

[carsonshepherd]

Someone(not me) decided to cool off an open bottle of Guinness by sticking it in the freezer. A few hours later when they realized it was frozen, said person put it in the over to thaw it out.

And then said person drank it and pronounced it "pretty good. I'm sure as hell not pouring it out."

 

[SeaCat]

Seeing some of these I just feel that I have to add to mine.

Holding a child I just delivered, in the womans apartment, in South Boston. (No the child wasn't mine.) What a rush to know I just helped bring another person into the world.

Meeting Johny Cash and June Carter Cash.

Face Planting a World Famous Professional Wrestler, and getting away with it.

Visiting a small shithole of a country and protecting the people trying to move it back out of the dark ages it had sunk into.

Sliding into bed beside a six foot tall red headed Sabra, and not falling asleep until the sun broke the horizon.

Hoilding my wife when she was just told that she had a lump in her breasts and the doctor thought it might be a tumor. (It turned out the doctor was wrong.)

Laying on my back unable to breath, my chest on fire after getting hit in the vest, and seeing my team mates standing over me returning fore just before they dragged my sorry ass out of the building. (1985 Berlin)

The taste of Camp Bacon as you pull it off the rack and cut a chunk off the inch thick slice.

The smell of coffee and fresh Bisquites as you wake up in a snow camp.

The taste of a womans skin.

The smell of an aroused woman.

The feel of a good horse under you as you start on a cross country ride.

Cat

 

[Recidiva]

Hearing a song and knowing how many people I've been with while it was playing, danced to or sang to.

Looking at my son and thinking "He's perfect. Everything he does is perfect. This one moment is worth my whole life."

Realizing I don't remember some of the sex I've had because I was brainless for lots of it. That makes me just want to do it again! I forgot bits of it, make me forget again!

Realizing in one moment how far a laugh can lift you, when you didn't realize how low you'd gone.

Reading one sentence someone writes me that makes me cry.

Seeing one look in someone's eye that makes me feel I'm in the right place at the right time, doing the right thing.

Seeing that my daughter is so much cooler than I was at her age.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

And then said person drank it and pronounced it "pretty good. I'm sure as hell not pouring it out."

That's a hot ID, I mean, hot idea.

Here's a few more, not in any particular order:

Sitting in the sixth row at Busch Stadium on a beautiful summer night, watching Mark McGwire hit his 62nd home run.

The relief I felt when doctor finally found my baby's heartbeat after fifteen minutes of listening, the morning of my delivery.

The look on my boyfriend's face the first time he held our son.

Making things right the last time we saw each other.

Dancing on the balcony to Bob Marley.

Going to see Star Wars with my grandparents.

Spending my first night in my own place.

Spending the last night in my own place.

 

[carsonshepherd]

making out in the car that night before we went to his place... just holding each other all night while the bats fluttered under the eaves.

the letters he sent.

Second row center, Bob Dylan, Eagles Auditorium in Milwaukee. Shaking his hand right after "Sad Eyed Lady."

 

[SeaCat]

Having someone say thank you after you helped them.

Cat

 

[ElizabethWest]

NOT a favorite memory, but will anyone else confess to having watched Hee Haw?



My parents made me do it.
I swear.

 

[DrFreud]

NOT a favorite memory, but will anyone else confess to having watched Hee Haw?



My parents made me do it.
I swear.

Can I confess that I have no idea what that is?

Now, don't you hee haw at me!

 

[ElizabethWest]

"Gloom, despair and agony on me
Deep dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair and agony on me..."

You weren't born a hick like me, Doc.

 

[rcfstl]

the smell of juniper. and watching my father create a carving out of this wood in an afternoon that looked like chief joseph, amazing the talent one can have

 

[carsonshepherd]

NOT a favorite memory, but will anyone else confess to having watched Hee Haw?



My parents made me do it.
I swear.

I remember it, vaguely. I loved that show (but I was about 5 )

 

[impressive]

My most favorite memory is the one I've yet to make.

 

[matriarch]

There are so many......where the hell does one start??

Holding each of my sons for the first time. Choked, unable to speak, the tightness in my chest made it impossible.

The sight of my 4 year old walking past me in the hospital, to go see his new baby brother and carefully place a teddy bear in the crib next to him, the look of adoration on his face so unexpected.

Watching the two of them running full tilt along the beach, laughing hysterically at nothing, simply the feel of the sun and wind on their faces.
Seeing them together now, at 29 and 25, even closer and such good friends.

Being able to calm the eldest at the age of 7, so he could be sedated and anaethetised for surgery - his fear of needles then was even worse than mine is now.

Making an apron for my youngest out of a tea-towel and some tape and tying it round him, (he was 3), standing him on a stool next to me so he could bake with me, and watch his intense concentration as he carefully rolled up his sleeves 'just like mummy', and the wonderful hours we spent from that day on cooking together. (Most of my phone calls from him now are for advice on recipes.)

The nights spent sitting up in bed with the youngest, calming him through asthma attacks, reading stories until he fell asleep in my arms, snuggled against me, knowing I had to get up in an hour to go to work.

The tears I shed as the car drove away with the eldest inside to start his life at university. Strangely enough I didn't cry with the youngest, I guess because I took him.

My graduation ceremony, fully robed walking on stage to collect my degree at the age of 50, family and friends looking on cheering wildly, and the party that evening, surrounded by dear friends and family, my sons providing the music.

The sight of my youngest receiving his degree at 22, trying hard not to cry with pride, squeezing hubby's hand tightly.

The sound of my eldest son, saying 'I do' on his wedding day....and the almost overwhelming emotions I felt at that moment.

The first time I heard both boys playing publicly in their band, awed at their talent. Still leaves me grinning stupidly and so very proudly when I go to hear them, and see the pleasure they give to the audience.

On reflection, impossible to remember them all, but currently my favourite memories all centre around a beautiful, wonderful woman, who has made me the happiest in the world with one little word. 'Yes'. And all my other memories with her are way too private to share here.

 

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[ElizabethWest]

I remember it, vaguely. I loved that show (but I was about 5 )

My dad used to line all three of us up on the sofa in our jammies on Saturday nights and make us watch--I'm thinking of starting a support group for others who were abused in this fashion.

I'm glad to see there are other Hee Haw survivors that are willing to come forward.

LRJ - let me know when you have your first meeting.

Carson - you can't use age as an excuse since you've remained a five-year-old.