Taking my daughter and her friends to a water park. Watching the girls joyfully running off of one of the dry rides. I got some good pictures

Walking through the airport terminal, and seeing my husband after I had been away at training for two weeks shortly after we had gotten married! Oh my gosh, I missed so much, I was soooo happy to see him!!

It is a struggle to remember these happy moments...I feel like it is a fight almost. I think this is helping me

Originally Posted by key tones

It is a struggle to remember these happy moments...I feel like it is a fight almost. I think this is helping me

You're doing a great job keeping up with this. It's often hard to force myself to remember the happier memories. But I will do it tonight.

I remember camping on the Santiam river, deep in the Cascade mountains. There's a certain way that those mountain rivers look when they form deep little pools here and there. They're crystal clear with just a hint of blue and green. I miss the quiet awe of my dad, as he set up lawn chairs on large, exposed rocks in the river, and gazed at the stars, miles from any light pollution. He struggled with depression in life, but when he was star gazing in the mountains, he was utterly at peace.

Holding Dusty when I first got him home from the Humane Society. He fell asleep in my arms, the only time he ever did that. My heart was so happy.

I hadn’t noticed him following me around, because he was behind me. My husband pointed him out, and said, “That’s your cat.”

He lived 19 years.

[LiteraryLark]

A happy memory popped into my head last night...playing "turtle" with my brother. We were at a hotel pool...I don't remember how little we were, my brother was may 5-7. He would climb on my back with his arms around my neck and I swam to the bottom of the pool or loop around the pool and back to the surface. I remember being so careful about making sure I didn't keep him underwater for too long, but I remember how happy he was, his little laugh and he'd tell me to do it again. That was a very happy memory.

[LittleButterflyx]

The good times I have had with my mother, even though she traumatized me. I have recently taken the step to realize she may never realize or admit she did anything wrong, but that I know and I want to work on a better relationship with her, so I just bury it in the past and move on. Its all I can do.

[Sunflower123]

We go to Florida the first two weeks of June. I have videos on my phone to remind me of sitting in the surf with my family enjoying the hot sun, the refreshing waves at my feet, the light breeze and the seagulls and pelicans (and this year the 5-6 foot bull shark that got caught in the shallow water 3 feet away). Only 6.5 months to go!

[All Is Revealed]

When I won $3,261 one night at the casino this year. I spend it in less than 24 hours. It felt good to spend all of it so quickly. This experience reminds me to cherish the good moments while they last.

[Deilla]

Speaking of casinos, some of my happiest times have been in Rino and Vegas. One time I spent almost all my gambling money. I was down to my last $100 playing dollar slots. I hit the jackpot. Got all my money back, treated my friend to breakfast the next morning and went home very happy!

Watching my daughter “sing” in the choir in elementary school in first grade. I don’t think she cared much for singing, but moved her mouth to play along. It was so cute.

I love this! Now I have to think of a happy memory...

A recent one: This morning I went to meditation group. I pushed myself to go because I was in a really bad mood and hoped it would help. It was snowing the first real snow I've seen of the season, and while it was pretty, I wasn't sure I wanted to go out in it, but I did. After meditating, during dharma share, I opened up about what I'd been so upset about and my group members were so incredibly supportive. It was amazing. I have been going to that group for about a year, but someone suggested we exchange numbers today after dharma share, so we did and it was the greatest feeling.

[Rose76]

One summer's day, as a kid - lying on the wet sand at the beach right where the water meets the shore. There were gentle waves washing over me. That night, in bed, as I was falling asleep, I started dreaming that waves were washing over me. It felt heavenly. I guess I was about 12.

Wow, it's hard to think of some tonight, even though I had a good day.

There was a wind chime on my grandparents' property that was shaped like a pyramid, instead of the traditional cylinders. It had more of a gong sound. They lived in the pacific coastal forest. I blazed a trail through their property one summer, and discovered a small creek. I sat on the bank, and could hear the wind chime way off in the distance. Peaceful solitude in my own personal paradise.

I went to Cape Cod with my family, the summer around 5th grade. As a child, I loved hanging out with my three boy cousins. They were a bit younger than me and so cute. I just have memories of that time there in Cape Cod. It was a really big deal that we went. It was the first time I saw the ocean, and it was so freaking fun. The waves were very exciting to me. I remember McDonald's fish sandwiches tasting better, fresher, too.

[CepheidVariable]

As our illustrious key tones has said, these are hard ... especially when you've had dysthymia like me for so long.

I lived in a large city in those days....

As a teenager, I was coming home from school on a late December afternoon. It was after 4 o'clock and completely dark already. The temperature was just a mild degree or two below freezing and it had snowed. Big fluffy, soft, lovely snow blanketed the yards and houses. The city traffic had already cleared the major road which was shiny with wetness, like a dark gently flowing river. The street and car lights made everything easy to see without dispelling the surrounding cocooning darkness and warmly lit houses. The moist air was not bitter or damp, rather it was gentle and comforting. The traffic and Christmas lights added red and green lights to the white. Pretty red, green, white halos shone back off the wet roads.

I was surrounded by colourful light and human life and activity and mild elements that were soothing, embracing, and yet invigorating. I felt alive.

I remember the choir teacher freaking out because I showed up to the concert in fourth grade with no sheet music. I was to accompany the choir on just one song. She hadn’t noticed that I never use sheet music.

Of course the concert went just fine! I played Frosty the Snowman. I was so proud.

My girlfriends and I used to have slumber parties at P’s house. Her parents were deaf, so we could be as loud as we wanted. We just couldn’t turn on any lights near their bedroom, which meant going to the bathroom in the pitch dark, because even the light under the door would shine under their door and wake them up.

Oh my, we were LOUD and we would dance all night. P was auditioning for Pom-Pom girl, and she lined us up to do the dance over and over. I’m a singer too, so I was singing this Michael Jackson song at the top of my lungs and dancing girl #2 in the line up.

P made the squad!! She was mascot for a while, then she was a Pom-Pom girl.

I told her (in front of her husband) that I STILL know the audition dance (P doesn’t remember it). Her husband was shocked; he didn’t even know she had been a Pom-Pom girl. He didn’t even know she is a killer dancer! How could this be!!

Anyway, I still know the dance because when the song comes on the radio, I sing it and do little, tiny micro moves to the song. Or, if no one is home, I will full-on dance out this audition dance, LOL. Somehow my Pom-Pom girlfriend doesn’t dance anymore, but I do...

Oh, this is turning into an embarrassing memory. I was caught doing this once when I thought no one was around. My friend’s brother saw it. He waited until the song was over and stepped out from where he was watching. He said I was good <blush>

Driving from neighborhood to neighborhood, looking at Christmas lights. We used an article published in the local paper each year to find the best houses to look at. The best ones are set to music that you tune into with your car radio!

My elementary school was a block away from my house. My house sat at one end of a long road, and my school sat at the other end.

There would always be the excitement when, on an early December day, I could tell from far away that my dad was putting lights up on the house. You could see the ladder in the front yard. Maybe he was testing the lights out, and you'd see the incomplete display flicker on and off. Mostly I remember the far-away figure of my dad moving around the yard and roof. He liked to wear this big, silly, puffy vest in the winter, so from far away, he looked kind of like a plump, light-colored raisin with legs.

My husband and father-in-law bought cb radios for our new minivans. I didn’t even know you could get those if you weren’t a truck driver.

We went on vacation together, meeting up in our separate minivans before heading out to Kansas to the grandparents’ house.

My FIL was a hard-core company man and a retired executive of the company that manufactured his minivan. I got a little bored and pick up the CB and flung an insult about his van, comparing it to what I felt was a superior feature of my minivan, which i thought was pretty funny.

My husband freaked and was all over me, when his dad came on the CB and did it back, obviously enjoying the banter.

We did the the WHOLE trip. We never had so much fun talking.

I have this memory of me and my older brother, both small children, eating our way through snow in the backyard. Whoever got to the back of the yard first, won. chomp chomp.

[bearguardian]

Just downloaded deep purple discography... the teen memory related to it is a mixture of happy and weird. It was a first time I got really drunk and I vomited and I got on with a girl and was somewhere between euphoric and, well, vomiting.

christmas memory....

1 year, someone got me a computer game as a gift.

I opened the box- only to find it empty

i'm like so... where's the game?

friend: oh I guess santa forgot to put the disk in the box

utter silence...

after about 5 minits, sounds of a computer..

me: santa didn't forget, did he

friend: I've all ready installed it for you. santa never forgot it. why would he?

that memory always makes me smile

once when I was round a friends, we were playing pass the parcel

well, it was this guy's turn- christopher

he opened his layer of the parcel and got 1 of those toys filled with flour

he didn't want it and..

popped it- so the flour went all over the bedroom

lol