Fondest memory/happiest period of your life?

There's two I can recall I must have been five or six and my dad would lift me up onto his shoulders at night and sing me Disney's Aladdin a whole new world. It was magical the other moment was I was sixteen and won the poetry slam at my local library it was amazing never thought I could win but I did.

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I felt like the world was at my feet, 18-19, having just completed high school with stellar grades, I had been accepted into my first preference for uni & had superseded all expectations. I was coming into myself for a second time in my life. I was a gleaming example of intelligence, I had graduated 4th in my year with seemingly little struggle on my behalf & to the shock of most my teachers. I attended every 18th birthday, drinking myself to embarrassment & loving every second of it. I worked hard on school nights writing essays, I cooked my own lunch & dinners. I had drive, I knew I was destined for greatness. I would place a sign on my door the day I became Nurse Unit Manager, "this is Sparta," with a little stick figure kicking another stick figure into a hole. I remember my school days with painful nostalgia now.

School ended & with that I expanded my social group. I flitted between them as I pleased. I had too many one night stands, but I felt so alive, no longer gripped by shame the morning after like I did when I was younger. I was proud of my sexuality & would tell any who would hear it. I felt powerful, sexy. I fell in with a "dangerous" crowd & started using drugs.

I felt like I had discovered a whole new world right in my backyard. The years I should have spent travelling I spent doing drugs, convinced that I had found the perfect balance. I could go to uni after a weekday night out in the city on no sleep & still fried & still think I was smarter & more capable than the majority of the other students. I gladly told of my pursuits to my new uni friends of whom I got along with ease. I felt dangerous. But I still got to return to my comfortable life at home with a warm bed, hot food & silence to recover from the escapades. I was so sure of myself & the fact that I was different, special & awesome & I would outdo everyone whilst seemingly partying the years away. Before exams I would stay awake for nights on end studying with occasional power naps & then get HDs in things like anatomy & physiology without even knowing how. I loved my life. It was perfect. I had become someone I loved & that confidence projected everywhere. Throw in 3 years of meth abuse, & eventually a dx of bipolar & I'm decidedly less excited by life these days.

Sorry for this ridiculously long reply to a simple question.

The birth of my children were the happiest moments.
Happy times in my life have always seemed to be followed
by long unhappy periods.

My fondest memory will always be my Caribbean adventure last December. My hubby and I had so much fun...it was the most romantic time we've ever had. Even our wedding, as wonderful as it was, didn't hold a candle to this trip. It was the luxurious honeymoon we never had, the kind of vacation we'd only dreamed about. For seven magnificent days we could forget about bipolar and the fact that he's dying of cancer. It was magic.