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As the topic suggests; what was the happiest moment of your life? Let describe it? Why do you regard it as the happiest moment? How did it affect your life?
When I was very young. It was during a time where our family was in a very abusive life by my mother's husband. I was in the park next to our house on the swingset. I was swinging really high, more than I should of for my age. When the swing got to the highest point it could I let go (not intentionally) and I went a little higher. All I could see while looking up was the sky, sun, and clouds. During that moment I just had a very happy feeling and as if I was flying. It felt like it went on for five minutes but realistically it was only about two seconds, if that before gravity got the better of me and I fell to the ground.
That moment when I was just looking at the sky as if I was flying is the thing I always remember when the discussion of happiest moment comes up.
The happiest moments were some of the adventures my sister and I went on riding our bikes around town when we were kids. I miss those days. :)
The day in second grade when some of the little boys at recess declared me Queen of the Monkey Bars. I dunno, what I did or why, but I was Queen of the Monkey Bars, and my friend Sean was King of the Monkey Bars.
Idk I have a lot... overall I am a pretty happy person.
I could list a few Christma's that were really great. A few times I went with my family to 6 flags ... that was always a good time. Holding my daughter in the hospital. My prom was a very good day...I was very happy. My 18th bday because my Mimi came to visit us.
There are just a lot.
Once long ago in the land before time. A boy had the happiest day of his life. He traveled to Universal Studios. The place where movies are made. He waited in line for a chance. A chance to see his hero. The Green Ranger. After watching a very spectacular show a few lucky fans had an opportunity to meet these rangers of power. Singled out of the crowed by the most beautiful and skillful of warriors The Pink Ranger. This boy was called up on stage to fight evil and corruption.
After the battle and a high five from his hero The Green Ranger. This boy recieved a special give. An autographed poster of these Power Rangers. As well as a hug from Kimberly The Pink Ranger. This boy was shorter then Kimberly so his face motorboated her A cup rack.
After this memorable event another hero called for his help. A car known only as Kit. The boy raced to Kits aid. Sitting inside. Kit mention the boys name and the boy was happy. The boy asked kit "Where's the jump jets kit?. Where taking this baby off road!". Kit told the boy not to push any buttons. The boy pushed all the buttons.
That boy. Was me.
When I was 12 I came up with the idea to do a charity benefit concert at my community centre. I went to ask permission of the village council before I even told my parents I was planning it. I just felt this incredible urge to be responsible and independent. I organized the whole thing by myself and, for once in my life, everything went perfectly.
I was never the "star" of my family. Usually my siblings outshone me in different ways, or at least shared the stage with me, so to speak. So, that was the first time I really had "my" moment to shine. I loved how, for once, I wasn't doing something the adults told me to do well, I was doing something I wanted to do well. I've not felt as successful since. I think true self-satisfaction is a rare thing. I definitely felt wholly content that day.
Okay, story time.
I've been drawing for as long as I can remember. As a kid, I always wanted to a professional illustrator. When I was a teenager, I realised that even passion wouldn't necessarily protect you from unemployment. I'm currently enrolled in an engineering-commerce conjoint degree.
About a week ago, I stumbled upon an author looking for cover illustration for her book. I'm a fan of her work, so I sent in some of my drawings and guess what? I got hired.
I'm eighteen and I got my first commercial job. It's even paid. I'm looking at some three figured compensation with at least 50% upfront payment. So, it's not half bad for a newbie in the industry. If that isn't good enough - I'm a big fan of her work as well. She's a lovely, lovely person.
The reality of it is still dawning on me. I'm studying something completely unrelated to visual art, there are art school students who are competing with me to get jobs like these - and in the end, I'm the one who got hired!!!
There was a period in my life from 2008-2009 that my life took a turn for the good. I was never a prosperous person, but during that period I was good at school and running. Oddly enough most things have gone downhill since.
My happiest moment is when I got my job. I could finally afford food and help pay the bills
Mine's a bit not normal.
(this first one is not the best but I must mention it) I did have a few memorable times as a child. Probably the best was when all of us guys and girls, all the same age, all friends, were walking down a wide road together next to each other. It was just a perfect moment, all friends happily taking up the entire road walking side by side along the road.
Probably the best time in my life was when I became a sole parent when the kids were 3 and 4 years old.
It started out sad (and angry at her for leaving us) because I ended up throwing away a really good well paid career (seriously I was more than well off for a long time). Anyway, I had no idea at that initial time that when I was able to be with my kids everyday doing things like the beach; snow; all attractions (zoo etc); every school function and you name it, was the best time ever. But the one that stands out above the rest was just being in the park and enjoying riding bikes and kicking a ball and just mucking around.
Once I realized that this is way better than a career and money (that with losing my newly designed beach house and every bit of money I ever had, and well to this point where I am definitely in poverty for the last few years) I was (and still am) happy that I was so privileged to be with my kids whilst they grew up.
I feel sorry for other Dads (and obviously also career Moms) Who are presently missing out on what I had for so long. Remember at the time, I thought it was the worst thing ever, it became the best life memories I could ever ever have. The cost of poverty was worth every cent :)
The happiest moment was when i turned 19 years old & i finally moved outta of my father's house. Horrible situation i was in. I was finally to get out & be happy for once. Spread my wings & breath! Not having to deal with controlling, manipulative, sneaky, father in my life who constantly put me down. I am very glad i made that decisions it changes my life for better.
When I was 8 and I went to Daytona to visit my mom's former boyfriend's son and I hung out with his girlfriend's kids who were my age and all of their neighborhood friends. We ran around in the night playing ding dong ditch and hide and seek and shit and they liked me. They really liked me. It was the first time I felt like I really fit into a group. Since then only drugs could recreate such feelings.
Its hard for me to think of a time when i was truly happy. I seem to fake that feeling a lot, but i was happy when i moved out away from my family.
Many of these are from our childhood, huh... I have a lot of good memories. Probably not good enough to make me my happiest, but whatever, I'll give ot a shot.
My dad returned after a year he left. I was 8 at the time. He was helping my sister and I with our first Science Fair... I never realized it, but that was the last time I would ever get to see him (I don't even know where he is or what his phone number was). And the even more sad part was that I never got to say "Bye" because I thought I would see him in the summer (It was February). I was taking a nap when he walked into my room. He said "bye", thinking that I was asleep, but I was half-awake.
Shit, well that wasn't very happy. I'll try to move on a bit forward to the next happiest moment of my life as a kid.
I was in fifth grade and I was at my second dance in my school life. A couple of my closest friends (NyanStrike and another dude) and I were pretty much pooped out and bored. The both decided to take a nap, so they did. I was sandwiched in the middle, so they were both resting on each side of me. I always loved hugs and snuggles with cuddles, so I felt extremely comforted by my friends. I just love the feeling of them being so close (both physically and relating to our friendship). (I didn't even mind how uncomfy our uniforms were! It was just too soothing and calm.)
The part that really surprised me was that... we were right next to where the music was playing and they easily fell asleep. Hehe, they were freaking little cuties, though.
Falling in love for all those oooey gooey mushy feelings. Made my life feel full.
I was five and my mother pulled my brother and I around her. Then she started singing "You Are My Sunshine".
That hit me in the feels gut... :(
So beautiful...
You'e mother sounds like my mom. She would sing songs like that for my sister and I.
Ok, well maybe I should give more information. As a small child I had a disease that left me hospitalized and we lived in a trailer park with no fence and a trashed playground. Maybe it was because it was one of those rare moments that we were all happy.