Besides sex, the one moment in your life that you would like to relive anew..

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Last night when I was sitting on the throne and I realized that the bus wasn't coming.
 
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I would go back to 1996-1997 and help my grandfather castrate the 100 or so piglets he had. Pure happiness.
 
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Cdywolfe said:
Couldn't agree more. Music, for me, is easily the most powerful producer of nostalgia. My wife laughs at me when I tell her music is like a time machine. As you articulated so well, certain songs can literally take me back to a different time.

There have been times music has brought me to tears and it really had nothing to do with the song itself, rather the moment in time it took me to.
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I could literally fill an entire book with stories, times, and emotions that certain songs evoke in me.

The earliest I remember (age 5): my mom and I listening, dancing, and singing to the band America while waiting for my Dad to come home from work. "Horse With No Name," "I Need You," and "Sandman" remind me of my youngest years and create this strange sense of calmness, naivety, and dependence.

Just one example of probably 50-100 songs/artists that have that type of effect on me.
 
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The day my father said, "I'm proud of you, son", without ever uttering a word. My folks had me late in life. Dad was old school; hard worker, didn't show emotion, never said I love you. After graduate school, I opened my own business. I worked hard and the first couple of years were rough. Dad let me use his house for collateral to keep my business going. Things started improving for me and the business in the third year. I was able to refinance my business debt and remove his home from the note. I didn't get to see dad much because of my work schedule and his lifelong habit of working seven days a week. At 33, my business was doing well enough that I moved my family from our starter home to my wife's dream home on 15 acres. I invited mom and dad over after we moved in and got settled. I will always remember dad and I standing on the back deck overlooking the valley below and him putting his arm around me. He held me there in silence. I lost him to pancreatic cancer 4 years later. I would take those 30 seconds on the back deck with him and relive it over and over again.
 
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McDad said:
The day my father said, "I'm proud of you, son", without ever uttering a word. My folks had me late in life. Dad was old school; hard worker, didn't show emotion, never said I love you. After graduate school, I opened my own business. I worked hard and the first couple of years were rough. Dad let me use his house for collateral to keep my business going. Things started improving for me and the business in the third year. I was able to refinance my business debt and remove his home from the note. I didn't get to see dad much because of my work schedule and his lifelong habit of working seven days a week. At 33, my business was doing well enough that I moved my family from our starter home to my wife's dream home on 15 acres. I invited mom and dad over after we moved in and got settled. I will always remember dad and I standing on the back deck overlooking the valley below and him putting his arm around me. He held me there in silence. I lost him to pancreatic cancer 4 years later. I would take those 30 seconds on the back deck with him and relive it over and over again.
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Now that, sir, is a memory to hold on to.
 
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I have two so far: the day I baptized my wife and the day I baptized my oldest son. At the end of it all, they will be the only events that really matter.

As per earlier request, and out of respect, please refrain from religious debate.
 
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McDad said:
The day my father said, "I'm proud of you, son", without ever uttering a word. My folks had me late in life. Dad was old school; hard worker, didn't show emotion, never said I love you. After graduate school, I opened my own business. I worked hard and the first couple of years were rough. Dad let me use his house for collateral to keep my business going. Things started improving for me and the business in the third year. I was able to refinance my business debt and remove his home from the note. I didn't get to see dad much because of my work schedule and his lifelong habit of working seven days a week. At 33, my business was doing well enough that I moved my family from our starter home to my wife's dream home on 15 acres. I invited mom and dad over after we moved in and got settled. I will always remember dad and I standing on the back deck overlooking the valley below and him putting his arm around me. He held me there in silence. I lost him to pancreatic cancer 4 years later. I would take those 30 seconds on the back deck with him and relive it over and over again.
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That is a great story. Sorry for your loss.
 
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This is an awesome thread! There are definitely some good people on this board. I wasn't having the best day today but after reading the rest of these it's better already. Good on ya VN
 
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McDad said:
The day my father said, "I'm proud of you, son", without ever uttering a word. My folks had me late in life. Dad was old school; hard worker, didn't show emotion, never said I love you. After graduate school, I opened my own business. I worked hard and the first couple of years were rough. Dad let me use his house for collateral to keep my business going. Things started improving for me and the business in the third year. I was able to refinance my business debt and remove his home from the note. I didn't get to see dad much because of my work schedule and his lifelong habit of working seven days a week. At 33, my business was doing well enough that I moved my family from our starter home to my wife's dream home on 15 acres. I invited mom and dad over after we moved in and got settled. I will always remember dad and I standing on the back deck overlooking the valley below and him putting his arm around me. He held me there in silence. I lost him to pancreatic cancer 4 years later. I would take those 30 seconds on the back deck with him and relive it over and over again.
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Well, if you haven't already, you can still talk to him anytime you want. I have little chats with mine all the time because I know how they would go. I even ask for advice to reassure myself I'm making the right decision, because I know what he would say.
Your dad made you to where you were tough enough to get through life and make something of yourself and for your family. That moment was you and him on the podium.
 
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Doyle Hargraves said:
Life passes you by before you know it. The day will come when the things you take most for granted will become the most cherished.
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I'm only 23 but this is a scary thought.

McDad said:
The day my father said, "I'm proud of you, son", without ever uttering a word. My folks had me late in life. Dad was old school; hard worker, didn't show emotion, never said I love you. After graduate school, I opened my own business. I worked hard and the first couple of years were rough. Dad let me use his house for collateral to keep my business going. Things started improving for me and the business in the third year. I was able to refinance my business debt and remove his home from the note. I didn't get to see dad much because of my work schedule and his lifelong habit of working seven days a week. At 33, my business was doing well enough that I moved my family from our starter home to my wife's dream home on 15 acres. I invited mom and dad over after we moved in and got settled. I will always remember dad and I standing on the back deck overlooking the valley below and him putting his arm around me. He held me there in silence. I lost him to pancreatic cancer 4 years later. I would take those 30 seconds on the back deck with him and relive it over and over again.
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:cray:

Hit me right in the feels.
 
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Seeing my first born's face for the very first time. It's a feeling that I'll never be able to explain, or duplicate.

Standing face to face with my husband as he looked at me and said his wedding vows. I've have never felt so wholly and completely safe. Can't explain that feeling in words either.

But the most profound moment of my entire life occurred standing in front of my mailbox on June 1, 1999. Six weeks earlier I sat at work when a patient came and said "Somebody shot a bunch of kids at some school. It's all over the news." My children were 5 and 9 at the time. We turned on the radio in the lab and listened to the reports of the Columbine shootings, and cried. We all wanted to leave right then and go get our children from school, daycare, etc.

The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming. I did the only thing I could think of to do, I bought a sympathy card. Inside I wrote "You are being prayed for, and thought about, and loved, by people all over the country. We are with you. And we love you." I addressed the envelope "Any Student, Columbine High School, Littleton, CO 80123", put a stamp on it, and put it in the mail. I had no idea whether it would get to anybody or not.

On June 1, 1999, I got home from a routine day at work, took the kids in, and went to the mailbox. I pulled out a white envelope with the words "We are all Columbine".

The sadness, happiness, awe, humbling, overwhelming emotion I felt that day is one of the strongest feelings I've ever experienced.

Not sure how many of you will be old enough to remember this event. But it was a moment in time that changed me forever. For better, and for worse.
 
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YorkVol said:
Sitting on top of Mt Yonah after a day of learning how to climb, sun broke through the clouds and the RIs were out of ear shot for the moment.

Wheels down on US soil in 2000, 2001, 2002, 2005.

Jump #20, 3 months after I tore my PCL.

Oh, of course the kids...
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And 10AUG2001 (At the Magistrates Office in Jo'burg when she charged us to care for the treasure of South Africa)
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nothing like coming home safe
 
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McDad said:
The day my father said, "I'm proud of you, son", without ever uttering a word. My folks had me late in life. Dad was old school; hard worker, didn't show emotion, never said I love you. After graduate school, I opened my own business. I worked hard and the first couple of years were rough. Dad let me use his house for collateral to keep my business going. Things started improving for me and the business in the third year. I was able to refinance my business debt and remove his home from the note. I didn't get to see dad much because of my work schedule and his lifelong habit of working seven days a week. At 33, my business was doing well enough that I moved my family from our starter home to my wife's dream home on 15 acres. I invited mom and dad over after we moved in and got settled. I will always remember dad and I standing on the back deck overlooking the valley below and him putting his arm around me. He held me there in silence. I lost him to pancreatic cancer 4 years later. I would take those 30 seconds on the back deck with him and relive it over and over again.
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awesome
 
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McDad said:
The day my father said, "I'm proud of you, son", without ever uttering a word. My folks had me late in life. Dad was old school; hard worker, didn't show emotion, never said I love you. After graduate school, I opened my own business. I worked hard and the first couple of years were rough. Dad let me use his house for collateral to keep my business going. Things started improving for me and the business in the third year. I was able to refinance my business debt and remove his home from the note. I didn't get to see dad much because of my work schedule and his lifelong habit of working seven days a week. At 33, my business was doing well enough that I moved my family from our starter home to my wife's dream home on 15 acres. I invited mom and dad over after we moved in and got settled. I will always remember dad and I standing on the back deck overlooking the valley below and him putting his arm around me. He held me there in silence. I lost him to pancreatic cancer 4 years later. I would take those 30 seconds on the back deck with him and relive it over and over again.
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Is someone cutting onions in here?
 
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volfanbill said:
Did you at least get to pull the ball out of the hole? That's all I really need to make that moment perfect.

I took this as a thread to make a situation better, not necessarily relive a perfect moment. With that understanding, I would want one more day with my grandfather, my Papaw. The older ones here might remember I was one of his two caretakers for over a year while he battled life ending cancer. He died shortly after I left for Basic Training and I miss that man every day. I had as good of a goodbye as I could ever imagine, but I want to hear one of his stories again and see one of his smiles just once more.
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I did not, both times I was walking, the guys in the cart walked up to the green, pulled it out of the hole and threw it to me as I was walking up, geez
 
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