I have a lot of fond memories, but I'll recount one that will absolutely never happen again and was actually sort of magical.
I don't remember how old I was, but I was pretty young. My family and I were at my family's ranch, and there was this big of grouping of trees that had all grown in towards one another, and it made a sort of dome over that was about 20 - 30 feet across.
It was around the time of the year that the Monarch butterflies were migrating across the US to Mexico/South America for winter. When we saw a huge group of them flying into the grotto like area, we walked into the area and Lord and behold, there was thousands of Monarch butterflies all around us in the trees and branches and limbs. You could hardly see there were so many of them. You could hold out your arms and they would just land on your arms and body for a moment, before fluttering off and even more would land on you. We stayed, looking in aww for a good few moments, before they suddenly all flew off.
I don't think anything that breath-taking has ever happened to me since. I am happy to have experienced something so rare.
She was a huge part of my life. The woman practically raised me, I kind of regret being a brat when she was alive. If I could do things differently, I would in a heartbeat.
She was a huge part of my life. The woman practically raised me, I kind of regret being a brat when she was alive. If I could do things differently, I would in a heartbeat.
Since I have two: About a year ago I (after 4 months of unemployment) found my current job. I work there as packer of agricultural machinery parts. And I love my work. The work is fun, work colleagues are nice and my superiors by conductors are satisfied with my pack performance.
And my second fondest memory was when I bought my dream Car in May. When I first saw the almost same model that I'm going at the merchant`s, I said to myself one day you drive so a nice car and that was in 2010. The dream I have fulfilled in May and I am proud to drive my dream car. Every day makes the driving to work and back and as well as beautiful trips always make me happy.
Yeah....slightly off topic, but this place is as censored as my asshole.
Went lookin through my profile and found alooooot of my earlier comments and threads gone. I spoke the truth and I stand by it.
People should say their opinions without having fear of the banhammer crushing them.
Fuckin freedom of speech, goddamn nazi's.
INB4 BAN >:V
P.S: You people use waaaaaaaay too many gifs...I'd let it fly but you're not even using them right.
Yeah....slightly off topic, but this place is as censored as my asshole.
Went lookin through my profile and found alooooot of my earlier … morecomments and threads gone. I spoke the truth and I stand by it.
People should say their opinions without having fear of the banhammer crushing them.
Fuckin freedom of speech, goddamn nazi's.
INB4 BAN >:V
P.S: You people use waaaaaaaay too many gifs...I'd let it fly but you're not even using them right.
I'm sorry to hear that I understand this as my Dad is a war veteran with PTSD the traumatic events experienced would make it impossible for anyone to return normal I hope you still find happiness
Corny, but meeting my would-be wife. We hit it off so quickly that something just 'clicked' in my head that this was the right person for me that I somehow met in the right place and time and happened to feel the same, and the rush of euphoria from that is something I could never explain.
Playing with my cousins at my grandma's house. We acted like we were radio hosts, we had a little radio and we were recording radio shows on tapes, it was so much fun. I still have one radio tape, it's 13 years old, and so ridiculous I was such a stupid kid, it always reminds me of the carefree, innocent times of my life.
February 26, 2005. Five days after a terrible accident, the doctors told me and my parents that my little sister was stable and her life was not in danger anymore. They woke her up from the induced comatose shortly after. When she woke up, the three of us were around her, and she was full of tubes and bandages. She was nine years old, and I had just turned 13. I remember it very clearly.
She still had to undergo a few surgeries and couldn't walk for half a year, but that one moment of relief is my fondest memory and I don't think I will ever be that happy in my life again.
I have a few memories that I somewhat hold dear to me.
1) Staying at the beach for a week when I was nine. It was so much fun! I loved boogie-boarding and swimming in the waves, and just kicking around a soccerball with my dear ol' dad. It was really relaxing.
2) I found a bunch of old hiking trails near my old school during the past summer, so I brought a few of my friends there. It was really nice- we spent a few days just joking around and exploring the area.
I'm sorry to hear that I understand this as my Dad is a war veteran with PTSD the traumatic events experienced would make it impossible for anyone to return normal I hope you still find happiness
Wow, my fondest memory is actually getting out of the Vault in Fallout 3. This thread made me think that I have no real fond memory. My life has just been a straight line with occasional suffering and disappointment... Oh well, at least I'm feeling good with myself nonetheless.
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I have a lot of fond memories, but I'll recount one that will absolutely never happen again and was actually sort of magical.
I don't remember how old I was, but I was pretty young. My family and I were at my family's ranch, and there was this big of grouping of trees that had all grown in towards one another, and it made a sort of dome over that was about 20 - 30 feet across.
It was around the time of the year that the Monarch butterflies were migrating across the US to Mexico/South America for winter. When we saw a huge group of them flying into the grotto like area, we walked into the area and Lord and behold, there was thousands of Monarch butterflies all around us in the trees and branches and limbs. You could hardly see there were so many of them. You could hold out your arms and they would just land on your arms and body for a moment, before fluttering off and even more would land on you. We stayed, looking in aww for a good few moments, before they suddenly all flew off.
I don't think anything that breath-taking has ever happened to me since. I am happy to have experienced something so rare.
Well my fondest memory is renewed every few days when my brother rage quits FIFA, I find that shit hilarious.
Being with my grandma. God rest her soul.
I remember when I was learning to ride my bike, I crashed into a tree, my arm was bleeding.
Grandmas are awesome man, I'm glad mine are still okay.
She was a huge part of my life. The woman practically raised me, I kind of regret being a brat when she was alive. If I could do things differently, I would in a heartbeat.
I'm sorry. Guess that's life, there's always things that you regret. Though dwelling on that stuff isn't healthy either.
I guess not, I just sometimes think if I was a better kid maybe she would have liked me more. Guess that's pretty stupid, huh?
Thanks though. I appreciate it.
Since I have two: About a year ago I (after 4 months of unemployment) found my current job. I work there as packer of agricultural machinery parts. And I love my work. The work is fun, work colleagues are nice and my superiors by conductors are satisfied with my pack performance.
And my second fondest memory was when I bought my dream Car in May. When I first saw the almost same model that I'm going at the merchant`s, I said to myself one day you drive so a nice car and that was in 2010. The dream I have fulfilled in May and I am proud to drive my dream car. Every day makes the driving to work and back and as well as beautiful trips always make me happy.
No, i haven't been normal since before the war.
One of my fondest childhood memories was watching my elder brother playing Final Fantasy 7 and he allowing me to play it.
Yeah....slightly off topic, but this place is as censored as my asshole.
Went lookin through my profile and found alooooot of my earlier comments and threads gone. I spoke the truth and I stand by it.
People should say their opinions without having fear of the banhammer crushing them.
Fuckin freedom of speech, goddamn nazi's.
INB4 BAN >:V
P.S: You people use waaaaaaaay too many gifs...I'd let it fly but you're not even using them right.
Alright.
I'm sorry to hear that I understand this as my Dad is a war veteran with PTSD the traumatic events experienced would make it impossible for anyone to return normal I hope you still find happiness
Corny, but meeting my would-be wife. We hit it off so quickly that something just 'clicked' in my head that this was the right person for me that I somehow met in the right place and time and happened to feel the same, and the rush of euphoria from that is something I could never explain.
Playing with my cousins at my grandma's house. We acted like we were radio hosts, we had a little radio and we were recording radio shows on tapes, it was so much fun. I still have one radio tape, it's 13 years old, and so ridiculous
I was such a stupid kid, it always reminds me of the carefree, innocent times of my life.
February 26, 2005. Five days after a terrible accident, the doctors told me and my parents that my little sister was stable and her life was not in danger anymore. They woke her up from the induced comatose shortly after. When she woke up, the three of us were around her, and she was full of tubes and bandages. She was nine years old, and I had just turned 13. I remember it very clearly.
She still had to undergo a few surgeries and couldn't walk for half a year, but that one moment of relief is my fondest memory and I don't think I will ever be that happy in my life again.
Every memory with my father I treasure in my heart. He when I was about 9 years old.
I have a few memories that I somewhat hold dear to me.
1) Staying at the beach for a week when I was nine. It was so much fun! I loved boogie-boarding and swimming in the waves, and just kicking around a soccerball with my dear ol' dad. It was really relaxing.
2) I found a bunch of old hiking trails near my old school during the past summer, so I brought a few of my friends there. It was really nice- we spent a few days just joking around and exploring the area.
I just isolate myself like every other PTSD Vet.
Wow, my fondest memory is actually getting out of the Vault in Fallout 3. This thread made me think that I have no real fond memory. My life has just been a straight line with occasional suffering and disappointment... Oh well, at least I'm feeling good with myself nonetheless.