I guess the only rule here is nothing super huge, gotta be something small that you still look back on from time to time.
One of mine, and the first that comes to my head, is this one time I was in rural Ireland. There was a pasture full of cows next to a church my group and I were at for a wedding, and while waiting for things to start I got drunk and bored. Decided to get up close to the cows since I'd never seen one in person before that close.
Cow came up to me all friendly like, started licking my face, nibbled on my tie a little bit, and then I backed away. Not before getting a sweet pic of me an the cow kissing tho.
I named it Gertrude.
You know that Simpsons episode where Homer gets a gun? Well, as an impressionable teenager with an airsoft gun, I decided to try to turn off my TV - one of those old travel TV/VCR combos designed to be plugged into a cigarette lighter so mom and dad didn't have to hear the kids argue on road trips - and I wanted to do it just like Homer. I lined up my shot from across the room and hit the power button and it actually worked... but the button exploded into plastic shrapnel. I had to stick a pencil in the new hole to work the TV after that.
Yosemite, sitting by the river, talking to a girl about what junior high was gonna be like. Don't remember her name, or what she looked like, but I remember that feeling of really hitting it off. I wonder what she's up to these days.
One night the summer before I went off to college I was up in the middle of the night and I decided to go out on my back porch. It was a warm summer night with an absolutely clear sky. I just sat there and let my mind wander and was just extremely comfy.
I've done this since but I've never been able to recreate the comfiness of that night, like the feelings evoked by Nujabes or one of those lofi hip hop playlists, but brought on solely by the moon and the stars. Maybe something about being in a "liminal stage" in my life.
A sort of recent one: I was longboarding up a hill and as I reached the peak, I looked to my left and saw an eagle about 5 feet away from me. It spread its wings, took off and flew through my windstream as I descended the hill.
A week later, while skating at a different park entirely, another massive bird of prey swooped down and glided alongside me. I didn't get as good a look at it, but I like to imagine he was the same eagle from before popping by for a visit.
THe eagle is now your comrade. Use your powers wisely.
Haha, that's a great story! No stranger to the "run forwards to catch your balance." Always prided myself on not falling down very often. At least, physically.
I remember being a little child while on holiday in a little house in the middle of nowhere and making a little treasure map, treasure chest and gold doubloons out of card board and foil using the official Mr Maker arts and crafts book, and then later I remember opening up the little cardboard chest full of doubloons and for some reason model sea animals with my late grandma in the front garden after I made a trail of clues for everyone to follow.
That is awesome! I don't know a single person who doesn't love a good treasure hunt
I remember my dad driving us the back way home at night, there's one spot where you crest this little hill and there's a break in the trees and you can just see all the lights from the town and the highway and it was just always so gorgeous
Just the entire landscape bathed in that warm high-pressure-sodium yellow. It was like a dream.
one time i was sitting on the porch looking at the woods behind my apartment thinking about the impermanence of the world, then a massive tree just fell over in front of me
another memory from the same porch is watching a little squirrel bringing leaves up a tree to repair its nest and it followed the exact same path every time
squirrels are really good at figuring out optimal paths it turns out
solving the travelling salesman problem by just using a squirrel
the time i went to a party at a shitty VR arcade, got so plastered off a 40 i was eating chicken wings with the bones, and was propositioned by a 50 year old project manager. very stupid night
There's these mountains near my old house that always feel like home. I remember just parking at the side of the road and wondering off into the woods. Find a giant rock out cropping and scramble to the top where I find a great little crevice to sit in. Loved sitting there looking at cool lichen and watching the winter storm clouds roll in.
I grew up near a small lake, and there was one such rock similar to yours my friends and I would sit on and just pass afternoons chatting outside on it.
Oh I also remember one time my dad and I went to a hot dog stand and we brought my dog and my dad got two hot dogs but only ate half of one of them so the dog got the other and he burped and his jowls flapped like Barney Gumble :data-laughing:
