What is the best time you have ever had in your life?

Irwin said:
I think the best time I ever had was in my late teens when I was so stoned and with friends who were equally stoned, I couldn't think of anything except for the music that was playing very loudly. I was sharing an apartment with two friends. I felt like I didn't have a care in the world and that getting stoned was all that mattered.

That was a time when I felt good about myself. There was also a time in my early 40s that I felt good about myself, but I didn't have close friends.

My wife is in an assisted living facility right now. I wonder if I should get a little pot and get stoned, just for the hell of it... Put on some Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin and try to relive my youth a bit.
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Hey, your post tripped a memory (one of the few good one's in Nam). In between trips to the bush, we would get 2-4 days stand down time at some firebase. Once, while there and hanging with the artillery guy's , I smoked some weed laced with liquid opium. I actually saw the music notes for Led Zeppelin's "Whole lotta love" floating in the air.

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squatting dog said:
Hey, your post tripped a memory (one of the few good one's in Nam). In between trips to the bush, we would get 2-4 days stand down time at some firebase. Once, while there and hanging with the artillery guy's , I smoked some weed laced with liquid opium. I actually saw the music notes for Led Zeppelin's "Whole lotta love" floating in the air.

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Same experience. As I listened to Cal Tjäder I closed my eyes and I could see his mallets flying around in vivid colour. The truth is I don't know what that spliff was laced with but it was laced with something for sure.
 
Irwin said:
I think the best time I ever had was in my late teens when I was so stoned and with friends who were equally stoned, I couldn't think of anything except for the music that was playing very loudly. I was sharing an apartment with two friends. I felt like I didn't have a care in the world and that getting stoned was all that mattered.

That was a time when I felt good about myself. There was also a time in my early 40s that I felt good about myself, but I didn't have close friends.

My wife is in an assisted living facility right now. I wonder if I should get a little pot and get stoned, just for the hell of it... Put on some Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin and try to relive my youth a bit.
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Why not? It might be fun. 😊
 
One of my best times was my first adult ballet classes. I was about 25 and I saw that the local YMCA
was going to have some free classes for adults. Why not?

It was my good luck that the teacher was a wonderful woman who had danced with one of the major companies, then retired and married someone who landed her in small town Ohio with nothing to do.

We all stood at the bar, just hoping to get a little exercise, but about half-way through the class I started feeling the music move through my whole body. Every time we would get a movement right I thought we had all become beautiful. By the end of the class I felt like we were flying. I went to my car and cried with happiness.
 
Spent time with my friends on their sheep station in South Australia .. sat on the back of a vehicle while rounding up and separating the ewes from the lambs, watched the shearing. I came away with a new-found respect for farmers. During shearing, breakfast/lunch/dinner were served to the men. This went on for a few days. They also grew crops and took care (3x a day) of a relative's piggery several km's away.

That was an experience I cherish.
 
Della said:
One of my best times was my first adult ballet classes. I was about 25 and I saw that the local YMCA
was going to have some free classes for adults. Why not?

It was my good luck that the teacher was a wonderful woman who had danced with one of the major companies, then retired and married someone who landed her in small town Ohio with nothing to do.

We all stood at the bar, just hoping to get a little exercise, but about half-way through the class I started feeling the music move through my whole body. Every time we would get a movement right I thought we had all become beautiful. By the end of the class I felt like we were flying. I went to my car and cried with happiness.
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Interesting you enjoyed the ballet class! I did the same but I was a little older. It was the stretching part that got me. Lots of stretches - my leg was stretched up on the bar and I'd be looking at the pained expression on my face from the mirror. But it was overall enjoyable and fun seeing what you could do with your body, especially the angles of your feet facing opposite directions, and pretending to be a ballerina. Well, I did pretend for a little bit...
 
palides2021 said:
That does sound like fun! We didn't have volleyball, but co-ed soccer at the hospital. One thing I found out quickly is you have to have your muscles warmed up or you get cramps. Big time. So would race around, warming up first.
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The good ole days, @palides2021 . We had alot of fun, met people from other area hospitals and of course, had lean bodies. lol The best part was experiencing the great feeling of competitiveness.
 
Is the best time of life determined by memory or by time?
 

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