shesus

I meditate often. On the bus during my commute to and from work, when taking a bath, doing yoga, and other times I remember happy memories or places where I felt complete peace.

Today, I had a great moment. I decided to eat outside in the park. It was sunny, breezy, and in the 80s. There was the hustle of the city and the gorgeous architecture to look at. I sat in the grass and kicked off my shoes while I ate feeling the sun warm my skin. It was a great moment and one I will store in my memory.

My all time favorite time was in the summer of 2001. JJ, his daughter, and I went to a beach and had it pretty much all to ourselves. We built sand castles, had a picnic, looked for shells, and played in the water. We also saved a ray that had gotten beached. We made up stories about how the ship had sunk since we could just see the top of it sticking out in the ocean.

There are other memories that I have stashed like driving through the desert, camping in New Mexico, and visiting Bodega Bay that I revisit when I want to 'get away'.

Do you have memories you enjoy to revisit when feeling stressed or just because? What are your favorite memories or you favorite day/place?

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Taja

When I’m feeling uncomfortable and ‘want to get away’, I’ve found that the best place for me to go is outside with my animals. I can look up into the blue sky, with tall pine trees and enjoy the sounds and the fresh smells. It’s a great place for me to escape and clear my mind. Especially when I have a “wild” mustang come up to ‘hug’ me with her head on my shoulder. … a girl hasn’t lived until she experiences that bond.

And when getting outside is not an option, I can tune out the world and think back to fun times with friends and family where I’ve smiled and laughed for hours. Remembering that I can smile and enjoy myself, is always a boost to a rough day.

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BogeyDope

Aside from my entire backpacking trip through Europe, one memory that always puts me in an excellent mood is when I was in Dortmund, Germany. I met a few really cool guys and deiced to kick it with them for the rest of the day/night. We decided to go to a cafe and just relax. One of them was a Turk, and he was an extremely cool, relaxed guy. They decided to "enlighten" themselves, and he just became even more chill. The radio was playing in the background, and a popular song at that time came on, Allein Allein. He looked at me with his bloodshot eyes, with one of the biggest grins I have ever seen on a person. He can't stop smiling, and starts singing the song in a really slow, mellow voice, a stark contrast to the reality of the song. I couldn't help but admire how relaxed he was, and he had a major influence on me from that point on.

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sapiens

The summer before my wife and I both entered graduate school, we took a month long road trip across the southwest and north to Utah. I have fond memories of that trip that I revisit often. A couple of memories:

Our Mazda 323 with no A/C was packed to the hilt. After we made it across the hell that is west texas, we camped at a state part in New Mexico. Our tent was at the foot of a big outcropping. In the middle of the night, I awoke with a full bladder. I climbed out of the tent and pissed a few feet away. There was a cool breeze. I could see for miles. The anxiety that I usually felt during daily life was absent. I often recall that memory fondly.

Later during the same trip we camped at a state park in southern arizona. We pulled into our spot and put up our tent. It was HOT. As we slept, the ground radiated heat. We both tossed and turned. Eventually we gave up and slept on the concrete table under the shade. It was cooler. We still had trouble sleeping - the table was hard, and too narrow for two, but we didn't toss and turn - there wasn't enough room.

We camped in the Grand Canyon. We were so excited. We found our spot. (After waiting two days in a state park to get a spot in the national park). We put up our tent. It rained, and rained, and rained. Our inflatable mattress floating in our tent. We were forced to sleep in the car. It was uncomfortable, but memorable. We loved the Grand Canyon.

I loved my girlfriend (now wife) before we went on that trip, but I think I really fell in love with her during that trip.

DaniGirl

One of my friends died when I was 12 his name was William and he died by an accidental drowning in our apartments on April 13. Me and him both had cancer and ended up loosing all our hair from chemotherapy and radiation. And instead of the other kids understanding they teased us. It took a while for me to get over his death.

Well three years after his death me and a few more of his friends decided instead of remembering his death we would celebrate his life. So we all decided to drink and have the best fucking night ever!!!! We got really drunk and egged and toilet papered all the people that ever picked on us and William ( well all the ones we could remember where they lived while we were drunk). We almost got caught by a few of our deserving victims. It was the most fun I have ever had!!!

squeeeb

my favorite memory, which picks me up and makes me feel good anytime, is the feeling of the moment i came out of the woods during a mountain bike race, with only 2 more miles to go, all road, to the finish line. i had been super worried about the race, didn't sleep that well the night before, i was afraid i would be coming in after everyone had already left. when i came out of the woods, a cop on a motorcycle met me and escorted me. i finished third and was damn happy. (funny thing was, i would have finished second, but i kinda got lost, and i waited for about 6 minutes at a spot i knew was on the course until the next guy came, and i followed him. he finished 2 minutes ahead of me.)

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Punk.of.Ages

My favorite memory is kind of a simple one. I was down in Cedar City, Utah with a girl I've been in love with for years. This was while we were briefly dating. We went into the mountains and we just stood there, her in my arms, and looked down at the city for a couple hours.

It was the most serene and peaceful moment of my life. I'd give anything to be in that moment for eternity...

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thespian86

Memories are the equivalent of religion for me; something I want to save me, or enlighten me, or caress me. I am just to logically inclined to connect with anything in such an emotional way. Often they are just thoughts. I wish they held more power.

I do suffer from a serious case of nostalgia all the time. It doesn't pain me or elate me to revisit stuff, it is just hardwired into my brain. I remember places, rather then specific moments. I have a few:

- The dock, at sunset/sunrise, at this old camp ground off a lake in my province. I used to go there with a youth group once a summer for a week. I would go down to the dock and conjure thoughts of romance and heroism.

- A tree, surrounded by small cover, in the north-west corner of my elementary school's field. We would climb, and imagine, and battle, and build.

- Green Hill Lake: a camp as well, but it wasn't the camp so much as the essence. This endlessly charming green hill (well named as you can tell), an expansive and pensive lake; it seemed to never move, as if it were considering an incredibly complex answer. My first pangs of puppy love, my first public rejection, my first break down, my first triumph; I'm sure most of it belongs there.

- The house that Ash and I shared for a year or so. The way it smelled. The way it felt to be in. The space and the comfort. I miss the bathroom, and bedroom. I miss Ashleigh wandering around the house. It was probably the happiest I've ever been, while also being a terrible time in my life. They had nothing to do with one another. I drive past it all the time and feel like stopping and asking if I can walk around.

- my dad's homes over the years and their respective yards/areas/woods/etc (excluding my father's current home - I was a bit older when it was purchased). The sand pits, the rock walls, the tree house and garden of my grams. The endless woods and trails of the mini-home. My mother would buy me these lavish gifts, which were great, but my dad would just rent a movie, inspire me, and I'd go be a ninja, or a guy trying to win a girls heart, or a mobster. Good times.

There are more but I'm good for now.

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