Continuing the discussion from Do you have trouble pushing the past back out of mind?
The very first time my infant sister said my name right
The time… two and a half years ago that I felt good enough to get out of my pajamas… and get back in to a wetsuit and hit the surf again.
This past summer… I survived my very first plane trip ever… If I’m honest… I sort of enjoyed it.
Please my fellow travelers… some fond memories?
I used to play this free multiplayer game “America’s army online” when I was 14 and 15, two of the best years of my life, not because of the game, though it was awesome. Last year during a psychotic period I started playing the game again… It really calmed me…
Body-surfing at Santa Cruz beach and Boardwalk before I got sick. Donating money on a monthly basis to a poor family in The Honduras for a year, and getting “thank you’s” and little artworks by the little girl in the family in return. I once sent them a one-time gift of a hundred dollars. They bought a bed and some clothes and other necessities.
Buying my current car is a good memory.
Any time I’ve helped my family move or housesat.
Being best man at my dads wedding and standing up in front of twenty people while the vows were read. And then later making a toast at the reception.
My sisters wedding was memorable too.
Swimming with and feeding wild dolphins at Monkey Mia age 15 probably tops my list. Was one of the most relaxing of holidays as well. My parents tended to try and cram as much sightseeing in as possible instead of just enjoying the moments. But not that holiday.
One is walking downtown at Christmas time with my then boyfriend. They set up lights every year, but this one year they made a town of lights. ETA The local newspaper showed the carpenter in the miniature church and my dad said the title of the article should be, “Local Giant Helps Church with Repairs.” You had to have seen it.
I can’t leave out hanging out with friends at the old coffee shop here.
One year we went from small shop to small shop around Christmas for the annual festival of lights in my old college town. I bought a pair of chopsticks. First we met up at a friends house. I really felt like an adult.
Another fond memory is of riding in my first trail ride on the horse that I would eventually own.
Have good memories of horse riding also. Most people comment the only time they see me really smile and being happy is when I’m around horses. Fond memories of riding with a few close friends I made around where I kept my horse in my later teens.
This one year at the tomato festival they have here I got to play guitar with Peter frampton, that probably is high on the list I think I was about 14.
The first time I noticed I was in love with somebody, smoking an unlit cigarette and listening to the doors on my couch with her. I think I was like 12 or 13.
I like thinking of good memories, I don’t often enough. Thanks for the thread!
meeting mrs. sith .
flying solo for the first time, it was a clear day , no turbulance…flew out over the ocean and saw a whale…
and weirdly and i mean this in a positive way, being properly diagnosed , it was actually a relief to know i wasn’t mad…i actually had an illness.
take care
I remember riding dirt bikes at the land at the end of my street. Acres of off road fun. hills, jumps, berms, dirt and trails everywhere.
Growing up, playing Doom with my Dad.
I’m happy that I grew up with a tech savvy Dad who also plays video games.
Playing Doom to this day takes me back to those times,
us blasting away demons with shotguns.
Recently we dusted off the ol Doom and played through a few custom maps.
On one such occasion, I told him to grab a medkit, as he was low on health,
but it turned out to be a trap!
The floor gave away and he was surrounded by about 6 hissing Cacodemons.
Without regard for my own health or lack of ammunition,
I threw myself in the pit to help fight them.
Neither of us died and we managed to blast them all to hell.
It was like something out of the walking dead,
and it was a great memory because I really felt love for my Dad,
whether or not it was facilitated by video game, lol.
Playing computer games with two of my siblings at home during school holiday,we take turn as there is only 1 computer
I can’t believe I forgot to mention snow days. Those are pretty rare in our town… but when they do happen… it’s one of the best.
back in the day there was a pupy that drag me and my sisters on a blankit down the halls of the house, it was so fun.
My week in Cancun was by far one of the best weeks of my life…I went with two of my close friends and their families, whom I hadn’t seen in a while because I’d moved away my senior year of high school. So many great memories on that trip…lying by the beach, sipping strawberry margaritas. The tastiest food I’ve ever had in my life. Looking for sea shells in the water. Snorkeling in the middle of the ocean. Riding a catamaran out to an island and shopping at these little stalls opened up by vendors who would call us beautiful and told us we looked like Charlie’s angels. Watching men climb palm trees to get coconuts then having them cut one for us. Playing with a toothless nurse shark that two boys had, getting to ride on its back as it swam. Hiking through ancient Mayan ruins and the jungle, zip lining over trees, snorkeling in an underground cave where the water was crystal clear…
I’d always dreamed of going to Cancun, ever since I saw pictures of it in my Spanish class when I was 11. I can happily say that it was everything I’d dreamed it’d be and more. Absolutely gorgeous.
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When I was 6, we lived right on a very large river in Texas. One sunny afternoon my father and I were sitting on the dock fishing. My mother, slender and beautiful, came walking down the slope with a bowl of heavily buttered canned corn, for the bass. She kissed my father on the cheek and went back inside to cook. My father and I sat quietly while I ate every drop of that corn. The sun was on my toes, nice and warm, a gentle breeze kept the heat at bay.
Heard a bunch of knocking at the back door. Thought we had a visitor. We did.
A giant black crow was pecking away at the door and would not stop.
Me “No crow. You are not coming inside the house”
Crow- Caw, Caw, Caw.
I have written about this before - My wedding day was really special! I was nervous as hell, but it was really a special day!
It was great - all of my old friends and family were there. The music was awesome! they even played the Cult! my favorite band - it was a happy joyous day and evening. My divorce was another story!
Most of my fond memories are sexual or violent/aggressive, but violent is supposed to be bad… But hey, I like the positivity vibe. I just can’t describe my sexual encounters on here without getting in trouble, that sort of stuff gets deleted. I think you are doing fine, don’t let the fact that others aren’t get to you.
It’s good to see that you are still at it being positive. I need to work on controlling my delusions.
I would say my fondest memories are all tainted with psychopathy, they are mostly acts of power and domination. Being crazy doesn’t exclude being aware of being crazy. I sometimes wish I was completely insane and didn’t care, but I am not 100% insane, just about half of the time I am sane, the other half…lol nope, can’t tell what is real or not, brain damage, goodbye.
I would say that my fondest memories are from my childhood, like this memory of when I was in preschool and this girl I was friends with told me to play on one of those things that you stand on that spins around- I was reluctant to play on it so she said it was a dinosaur slide, I was obsessed with dinosaurs. That is probably it. I remember someone appealing to my intellect and trying to make me quit being so serious and I was four or five years old, it was also a girl, which strikes a chord because I was molested by a woman shortly afterward and had a fear of women which still bothers me sometimes to this day. That memory is ironic because my therapist appeals to my intellect and being a psychology student is responsible for my sanity. I was the little scientist, all serious and ■■■■, and here I am all grown up, a mad scientist, all seriously crazy and ■■■■.
But yeah, that is my fond memory. I once had a friend who I see in the summers tell me to hold on to a fond memory when I told him I was about to be evaluated and was anxious- he already knew I was schizophrenic, it was rather obvious and my friends were all geniuses from that international school I graduated from.
Nice topic. Good to see that you are continuing to do what you do.
Do the negative and the positive make a spark?
