Share a good memory...

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

We all have memories. Some bad, some indifferent, and some good. Here's a place where we all can share a good memory of ours in the hopes that maybe it can brighten another's day.

Although before we share anything...there are a few rules:

1. As per the TOS, no attacking, shaming, defaming, passive-aggression or the like is welcome here.

2. Please, refrain from actual names as that we don't want to create any embarrassment or shame for those who may be mentioned. Instead use only the first initial of any name used outside of yourself.

3. Keep the memories positive, lighthearted and fun.

4. And please post often

[Rockinonahigh]

The first time I ever beat a pro trainer in a horse show,I was 14 the trophy was all of 7 inches high,I still have it.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

A rather fond and comical memory (although happy is to be speculated at) I have is of going to Norway the first time as a child. I was 6 and elder sister (the next eldest up from me out of the three) had been revving my excitement about the trip in that she kept telling me that Norway was the birthplace of Thor. Now, mind you; she meant the Norse god, whereas, I thought she meant my favourite comic book hero. After a lovely (although you couldn't have convinced me of that at the time) visit, we were headed to the airport to fly back home to the states. I was so disappointed because I hadn't seen "MY" Thor. As it become time to board the plane, my mother took my hand and gently informed me and my sister it was time to go. I wasn't having it. I flipped out and started crying and screaming that I didn't want to go. I even threw in a "Don't touch me!" and a "I'm not going with you!". Those are two key phrases that attract the attention of airport security. And attract attention I did. So much so that my family was pulled aside and escorted to a customs office. We ended up missing our flight, I got the tongue lashing of a lifetime...all because of Thor. And to this day I will always giggle when I see the comic book hero Thor.

[Soft*Silver]

when i was young, my parents bought me a pony for Christmas. I was so excited! It was the best Christmas present I ever had!

[Words]

Vegas, '93, and my first ever dose of concentrated butch-femme energy.

If we're talking most treasured memories, it definitely ranks up there with the birth/adoption day of my children and the day that B. and I got married.

[deb_U_taunt]

The birth of my daughter.

My first lesbian kiss.

Bea's Grocery in West Seattle and the old penny candy counter.

Family camping trips

[macele]

the first memory that came to mind, (i wonder why), is of daddy, momma, and me shopping at sears. the candy counter. and they sold hee haw overalls. i was crazy over those overalls. never got any.

another memory is of playing basketball in the backyard, ... pretending to be on pat summitt's team and in her huddle.

the memory and memories don't last forever. disease, age, or death will take them away. i wish there was a slideshow of the good, great, awe inspiring memories. there's so much i'd like to feel again, ... that i've already forgotten. maybe something will jar, shake, rattle, ... the good times.



“My short-term factual memory can be like water; events are a brief disturbance on the surface and then it closes back up again, as if nothing ever touched it. But it’s a strange fact that my long-term memory remains strong, perhaps because it recorded events when my mind was unaffected. My emotional memory is intact too, perhaps because feelings are recorded and stored in a different place than facts. The things that happened deeper in the past, and deeper in the breast, are still there for me, under the water.

I won 1,098 games, and eight national championships, and coached in four different decades. But what I see are not the numbers. I see their faces.

'Pat should get a tattoo!' The kids laughed. 'What kind should she get?'

'A heart. She should get a heart.'

Little did they know. They are the tattoos.”
― Pat Summitt, Sum It Up: A Thousand and Ninety-Eight Victories, a Couple of Irrelevant Losses, and a Life in Perspective

[DanceFoolsDance]

Where to start!

Pulling all-nighters with my cousins. We'd spend hours watching movies, eating junk food, and playing video or board games then sleeping for a whole day.

Rollerskating with Mom, either at the rink or hospital parking lot.

Baking and cooking with my Grandma. My favorites were pierogi, kielbasa, pistichio, cold salads, soup, bread, and cookies.

Annual trips during summer vacation with my grandparents and brother to visit relatives who lived a couple hours away. Their neighbors had a farm. I loved walking around, feeding the chickens vegetable scraps, petting the sheep and feeding them clover. I learned the game of Pinochle at a very young age. And spent a lot of time playing catch with my uncle, helping him with the garden, and playing at the ancient park down the street. Oh, and shopping at a real mall! They had the best toy stores down there.

Rocking out with Mom to 80s vinyl in the kitchen.

Running errands with Grandpa, mostly shopping.

Watching The Lawrence Welk Show and Chicago Cubs games with my grandparents.

Splitting wood, watching football, eating peanuts and Hershey bars, racing old tractors, lawn mowers, and snowmobiles, gardening, and hunting season at Grandpop's.

Staying over at my cousins' while their parents were on a trip. We thought we were so cool climbing onto the roof, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine coolers, and swimming at night in their giant outdoor pool.

Oh, and I can't leave out the typical stuff. Making forts using kitchen and living room furniture, blankets and sheets. Sledding and snowforts. Swimming, fishing, and tubing at the lake. Venturing into the woods in search of bears, bigfoot, and snakes. Biking and walking all over town.

[Words]

Standing on my (late) father's feet and being waltzed around the lounge when I was around seven. We went on to have a difficult and volatile relationship but I'll never forget that moment of pure joy and feeling truly loved by him.

[Scots_On_The_Rocks]

Originally Posted by Words

Standing on my (late) father's feet and being waltzed around the lounge when I was around seven. We went on to have a difficult and volatile relationship but I'll never forget that moment of pure joy and feeling truly loved by him.

Thank you for sharing this. I too have a small handful of memories like this with my father. More often than not, my father was VERY abusive, but it is those few golden memories that have been cherished over the majourity of bad ones. And sometimes that is all we have yanno?

[Kätzchen]

昔者莊周夢為蝴蝶，
栩栩然蝴蝶也，
自喻適志與，
不知周也。俄然覺，
則蘧蘧然周也。不知周之夢為蝴蝶與，
蝴蝶之夢為周與？
周與蝴蝶則必有分矣。此之謂物化。

The Butterfly Dream (above) ~>>> Link

All my life, it would seem, I have loved butterflies, stories about butterflies, have always felt like a 'social butterfly'....and, in particular, maybe some 7 years ago?, I came across a post on an internet board about items related to the practice of Zen (Koans,etc):

Zhuangzi, was the subject of interest. Interestingly, since coming across posts about Hundred Schools of Thought and other like-minded posts, it led me to delve into an 'underworld' of critical thinkers who seemed to question things as remote as concepts about time, philosophical reflections on dreams (The Butterfly Dream), and how some believed Zhang Zou to be "perhaps the world's first anarchist" (Murray Rothbard, NY, NY, American Economist, of an Austrian School of Thought).

I think I was around the age of 44, when I first began to learn about Zen.
I don't really know a lot about any of it; but what I do know is that I try to be mindful with cultural studies,
even when it delves deeper into lesser-talked about philosophies, in terms of a polysemy of prismatic values.

I wouldn't say that I am completely enchanted by all that my eyes see, but I do tend to wonder when my curiosity is peaked by things that nip at my conscience and find reason to pause, as I contemplate what it could mean to me or others.

The combination of the Zen, butterflies, and pentangled artistic expressions, tend to draw me in deeper; and it brings to me, in untypical ways, a certain kind of peace.

[uglyboi]

I wandered into a house one Christmas eve, trashed the place, and then pass out in a weird position. The next morning, I told the owner of the house that I was an Elf on the Shelf.

[TruTexan]

Watching my cat chase a full grown dog down the street and then come back when I called him home. LOL He wasn't EVEN afraid of that dog. He's such a character too.

[Rockinonahigh]

I remember when my grand pa was hear we would all get dressed up to go to mind night mass.He looked so handsome in his best suit,my grandma wore the fancy dress she had for the occasion she didn't wear a hat to church but a lace veil to match the dress.My mom and I all dressed up as well.this was probbly the only time I didn't gripe about having to wear something besides jeans and a t-shirt with boots.After it was over we wen't home then had a very early breakfast after wards I went to bed while the adults played Santa.

[LeftWriteFemme]

[Orema]

Remembering my dad teaching me how to ride a two-wheel bike. After putting it together, he rode it down the street. He was a large man and it was amazing watching him ride my bike. I giggled and he laughed. I still have the image of the back of him as he rode with his hat on.

It didn't have training wheels and he held the back of the bike as I rode it for the first time. Of course, he let go without me knowing and off I went down the street. Happy to have a new bike that wasn't a hand-me-down gift from my older sister.

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My first girlfriend. We met in juvenile detention. We never kissed, but we held hands a couple times.

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Being kicked out of an unwed-mothers home for looking at the women. I was looking at them for a number of reasons, mostly because it was my first time living with non-Black women. They looked at me for the same reasons, I guess. I really didn't fit in with that crowd... My dad picked me up and took me to the best Chinese restaurant in town to help us to move on to the next phase of our journey.