Do dreams count? If so, my happiest memory would be dying (it was an amusingly simple dream). If not, then my happiest memory would be just messing around with Phil, the time he mocked trying to eat my hair. *sigh* I miss him.
A few weeks after quitting smoking , I was taking a walk in the woods with my family. We were geo-caching and I went off on my own to try to find he treasure. I lost them so decided to run through the entire woods back to the entrance. I ran at full speed , the summer woods smelled like a fantasy novel and I just kept running. I was all alone , and realized with all this life whizzing around me , all these beautiful streaks of green , I would never be alone.
running across a golden field adjacent to our home at age 4 to get a new beagle puppy i could feel the summer wind in my hair, the sun was setting and i was watching my shadow play across the wheat as i ran
This is going to sound cheesy--but marrying my husband. It was the first week in June 3 1/2 years ago and about half hour before our outdoor wedding ceremony it started to hail. Like huge strawberry sized hail. And we were all just calling for people to bring in the chairs...and then it stopped. And the sky opened up and I got this gorgeous evening to get married under this massive oak tree that gave us a small shower when we were pronounced husband and wife.
It was one of those days that I told myself didn't have to be perfect, it just has to be fun and nothing would ruin it. And nothing did. It was definitely the best day of my life.
I think it must be when I made sure my two best friend could come with me as journalists from our magazine to a contest I had won up to national and didn't want to go alone. It was like an indoor festival for young musicians, artists, writers, you name it.
We were at this school but me and my friends had decided to see it as a normal festival so in a gap in a corridor we set a tent and during that whole weekend we walked around in pyjamas and talked to everybody. That contest wouldn't have been the same without them there.
My happiest memory to date is my tattoo. Not the actual account of getting the tattoo, but the tattoo itself.
I struggle to remember emotions in memories: it led to me to believe in the wrong things whilst I was very ill.
When I felt better, I got Edith, my ink, as a permanent way to make sure I didn't forget I had been happy. And whilst I don't really remember what I felt at the time, I know I must have been happy, because there she is, on my side with me at all times.
I look forward to being like that again. Edith gives me hope that it'll return, I just feel like this because I can't remember what it felt like before.
That's an incredibly poignant happy memory! What is the tattoo of? If you don't mind me asking I think it's a lovely idea that you've done that to remind yourself
I can't say I have one that I can pinpoint right now. In my personal life it would be related to the conclusion of some family matters, and a specific day that it all occurred on. Other than that I can't pick just one