I saw a youtube video asking this question, and I am curious what all of you would say in response. Mine would have to be the first time I held my children after their birth. I have a much harder time remembering my daughter's birth then my son's, as I was way more drugged and extremely tired. 22 hours of labor and an emergency c-section will do that to you. But I won't ever forget the moment the nurses laid either of them in my arms. I never realized it was possible to love someone that much in an instant.
Getting to see my idol Avril Lavigne in concert. Had my man with his arms wrapped around me, enjoying the music. Best birthday present ever!
The day I met Maxime. I was SO nervous but when I met him it felt like I was coming home. Actually, every day with him still feels like that. And my last day in Holland, I was both and sad at the same time. That day I learned how much exactly I love my family and my best friend.
Since I was such a rebellious kid in high school ( ) I'm going to have to say my favorite memory comes from when I was in eleventh grade. Three friends and I decided it would be awesome to wreck our school's homecoming dance, if only for the sole enjoyment of making all the "jocks and stuck-up girls" angry. My one friend, Stu, worked out at a farm market, and we ended up grabbing a barrel full of old pulp, which smelled absolutely terrible, with the intent of throwing it on the cars in the parking lot at the dance. Another friend, Ryan, drove. This is important. We were in Ryan's truck, heading up to the lake to pick up another friend, Rob, so the "crew" would be complete. (Actually, at the time, a lot of people called us "The Beatles," since there was four of us. I've never actually told anyone that before.) On the way, we hit something in the road. Stu screamed out, "I think that was a raccoon!" Ryan, being the courageous leader he is, slammed on the brakes and threw the truck in reverse. "We're grabbing it." And yes, he got out of the truck, put on an old work glove, and peeled the raccoon we'd just hit (or at least re-flattened from someone else hitting it earlier) and threw it in the back of the truck with all our old pulp. We headed toward the lake, where it took us almost an hour to find Rob's house, if only because he's horrible at giving directions. Once we got him, we headed back south toward the dance hall. We got lost on the way, and we stopped and asked some random guy off the street for directions. He smelled like a barrel of whiskey and looked like he'd been living in an old dumpster behind the building he was in front of. (That's not a rip on him, that's actually what he looked like. And smelled like.) He told us to "go straight, then take a left." Okay, so, we went straight. And where did we end up? The county train yard. I distinctly remember this, because Linkin Park's "Numb" was playing on the radio and I was singing along to it. When Ryan asked, "Is that a fucking train?" I stopped singing. So, aside from being freaked out and afraid that this guy just sent us to our dooms (picture any horror movie you want, where a person gets freakishly murdered because they're somewhere they're not supposed to be), we decided to just go through the train yard. We got to the end of it, which was only about a hundred yards away, and we realized, "Holy shit, we're right by Route 20" (which is the longest road in the United States; look it up). Unfortunately, there was no way to get onto Route 20, so Ryan backed the truck up and then proceeded up an embankment which had to have been at least a 45-degree angle. (Oh, and, to do this, we had to "go straight, then take a left." So at least the drunk direction-giver was right.) Once on Route 20, we realized we were less than 500 yards from the dance hall. Perfect. We pull into a parking lot next to the dance hall's parking lot, and Ryan proceeds to grab the raccoon and make off with it. His intent was to put it on a friend's car. Stu, Rob and I stayed with the truck. And at this time, none of us had our licenses. Stu had to piss, so he decided to go on the side of the building, which turned out to be an old nursing home. Some lady came tearing out of the building and threatened to call the cops on us. Stu got back in the truck, where Rob and I hadn't moved, and moved the truck across the street, into someone's driveway. Five minutes went by. Ten. Fifteen. No sign of Ryan. Stu deduced that Ryan had gotten caught, but we wanted to make sure. So we sent Rob on an excursion to find out. Now, Rob's about as big as a defensive lineman, and about as fast. Stu and I watched the parking lot, and saw Rob's silhouette disappear behind a building...just as Ryan's emerged from the other side! What luck! But Ryan got back to the truck and Rob hadn't. So we waited for Rob, and he finally came back. He told us he couldn't find Ryan, and then proceeded to yell at us when he realized Ryan was with us. Anyways, we finally got to leaving, when Stu asked, "So, what did you do with the raccoon?" Ryan responds, "Oh, I couldn't find his car, so I threw it on a Caddy." We all paused, knowing full-well what was coming next. Stu asks, "Was it white?" Ryan looks over at him as he shifts into third gear, "Yeah, why?" Stu buckled his seatbelt and told him to punch it (just like the Master Chief), and we tore onto Interstate 90 (the northern-most East-West highway in the country, and you can look that one up, too). "That was Urcheck's!" Urcheck being our vice principal at the time. So we managed to raccoon our vice principal's car! And we managed to get away with it for almost three weeks, until Rob managed to tell someone, who told someone else, who told the principal. None of us got in trouble, since it wasn't school property, wasn't during school hours and really had nothing to do with school at all, aside from being homecoming. 'Twas awesome. Edit — I forgot about what we did with all the pulp. On the drive home, we drove through all the rich neighborhoods we could find, tossing the pulp on the vehicles parked in the road from the back of Ryan's truck. It was actually pretty fucking sweet, until we nailed a sheriff's cruiser parked in front of its owner's house. Then we hightailed it out of there.
@ Will: Man! i totally enjoyed every single word of your favorite memory. You've got a pretty entertaining way of writing. If you got anything published, i'd definitely wanna check it out And of course,