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1. Phyllis said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:39 pm

   If I could live one day over, it would probably be one day in the summer of 1961 when the women of our family (mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, cousin & I) and the women of another family , newly arrived from Italy (mother and 3 daughters) all took a day long river cruise from Detroit to Cleveland and back. The weather was beautiful, and everyone was healthy and happy. We had a great time together. My cousin and I still have the memories of that day. It was really the last time that we were all together, a week or so later, my uncle moved the family to California. The following year marked the beginning of many varied health problems and the decline of our once close family. At least we have our memories.

2. Claudia said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:40 pm

   Sheri, In response to your question I have one day in particular that I would love to go back and re-live is my wedding day. My brother is getting married this year, several days after my husband and I will celebrate our wedding anniversary, so my mind keeps being drawn back to when we got married. (Espically considering that his guest list is double what our was – Yikes!!).

   But I think back to all the people that we had there to help us celebrate our big day and how some of them have since passed (espically my mother in law who I did adore and greatly miss. I would just love to have that time with everyone again, before our lives changed with their passage and we continued to venture further down to our present path.

3. Mia said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:41 pm

   Hard to pick just one. But I would have to say when I was about 3 or 4 and we lived on Midway Island and Bob Hope stopped on his way to Vietnam. He was a very special and funny man. Although, I would also love to relive the 3 years spent in Panama. I loved playing in the jungle, going to the beach all the time, and just being a kid in a tropical climate. But if I had to pick just the one, it would still be Bob Hope. He didn’t have to put on a show in the middle of the night during a refueling stop but he did. That is the main thing I remember about Midway besides the beaches and the gooney birds. Okay, my brother is a permanent reminder but he doesn’t remember the place..

4. Alyson said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:43 pm

   I have such a terrible memory…so I’d love to relive any moment from my childhood when all of my family was there. Just so I can get a good clear memory of it. Maybe one of the Christmas dinners at my grandmother’s house. Or maybe the first time my mom introduced me to the man she was dating, the wonderful guy who would later become my stepdad. I was ten, and I vaguely remember it, but I was probably distracted by some silly ten-year-old thing and I’d love to recall every little detail – because it’s just cool to remember meeting your dad.

5. Missy said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:44 pm

   My first thought was I’d love to go back to the day my son was born…
   (he’s 3 now and YES- he’s hilarious)

   But thinking more about it…
   I’d have to say the day I met my husband.
   It holds a sort of magic in my head now- and I’d love to go back and see how I/he really was.

   and Sheri- are you going to be in OH for the knitters connection?
   I’m in columbus and I’ll DEFINITELY be there

6. Maryla said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:47 pm

   I would definitely re-live July 3, 2000 the day that our first son was born. We tried to start a family for 7 years before our angel, Gabriel, entered our lives. Our 3rd shot at IVF worked and after a lovely pregnancy (truly — it was wonderful despite swollen feet and 40 lbs. of water weight) we had a good ‘ol fashioned hospital delivery that was everything I could’ve imagined.

   The best part of all was when the doctor asked my husband if he was “ready to get to work.” DH assumed he would be cutting the cord after Gabe’s birth — alas, he got to “assume the position” and with our wonderful doctor standing behind him HE DELIVERED GABE! What a gift for us! It was the icing on the cake to finally have a beautiful baby in our arms and seeing my proud and excited husband in the catcher’s postiion. I cry most every time I think of it. It was so very very much fun to give birth to our beautiful baby!

7. Lexy said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:50 pm

   I have no idea what I’d relive, but I would like to say that I really wish I was your sock pal Oh to get socks straight form the Loopy room.

8. Lori said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:51 pm

   I would probably go back to the day I met my birthmother. I was so nervous and scared. If I could go back with the feelings and knowledge I have now, I could be calm and really enjoy that moment.

9. Alyssa said,

   May 25, 2007 @ 4:59 pm

   I would love to relive one of those hot summer nights the year before my senior year in college. That’s when I met my husband and we would have so much fun staying up all night talking. All my friends were in town and we would gather together, play cards, and laugh.

10. Tan said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 4:59 pm

    Wow, this is kind of like the play, Our Town, so I shouldn’t pick something really huge like the day I was married or anything like that. I get to be me, now, right? I get to watch and see what really happened? I’d like to relive the day that my father came to visit me on the ranch. It was the last time I ever saw him, but I was so young and he had been gone from my life for so long that I didn’t attach enough importance to it. I just remember the blond man sitting on the gate with me; I might have been five or six.

11. Tasha said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:01 pm

    I’d love to relive telling my grandmother that I was pregnant with my older daughter. My grandmother raised me, so sharing that I would be a mother soon was a magical moment. I would also love to relive the moments I had my girls. Seeing them and holding each of them for the first time was unbelievable. And realizing how much I knew about them just from sharing a body for 10 months. Sniff.

12. Stephanie Gray said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:06 pm

    I have a couple of very special moments I’d like to re-live……one was meeting Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones. I have been a big fan since the beginning, and in my 20′s I was just in love (lust !) with Mick Jagger. Last year when they went on tour I actually won front row seats to see them in San Francisco at Pac Bell Park. Imagine how excited I was!!! A couple of days later I got a call from the radio station telling me that they had arranged a “meet and greet”…..heaven! When we got to meet them it was so fast just time enough for “hi” , shake hands all around and a picture. Sigh…
    But my very, very special moment that I would like to re-live is the day I got married. My husband and I had been living together for 16 years and raised 5 children together. When they all grew up and moved out we decided to get married. It was a wonderful wedding in Mendocino, CA with all of our friends and children there. When the time came for us to each say something to eachother during the ceremony, my husband turned to me and all he could say is “16 years….” and became so emotional that he started crying. Of course so did everyone else….incuding me.

    That moment is burned in my heart forever.

13. Lani said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:09 pm

    Hmmm… I would love to re-live (over and over) when husband proposed to me. We were in Roatan, Honduras on a mission trip and right before dinner on the last day that we were there he told me that he wanted to get a picture of us, with the island of Roatan in the background. So we kayaked out to a small island of coral on the reef and he tells me to sit down and proposed with the sun setting in the background.

    Makes me grin like crazy when I think about it!

    Hope you have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!!

14. Linda in Ohio said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:14 pm

    When I was growing up, I used to spend alot of time at my grandmother and grandfathers house. I would love to re-live just one of those ordinary evenings making strawberry shortcake in the kitchen with my grandmother and then the three of us sitting down to eat it for supper! That would never have happened at home, as my dad didn’t think that strawberry shortcake was “dinner food”.
    We had so many happy times together…. I still miss them greatly, even after over 30 years…

15. Jenna said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:21 pm

    I used to do a lot of theatre in high school. In 10th grade I was able to audition for the senior theatre arts play and I was cast as the crazy grandmother in The House of Bernarda Alba. An all female cast. I can’t think of anything more fun than that part. I was old, completely whacked out, fed dog water and got to run around the stage screaming in a dirty ripped wedding gown about running off to get married, got carried off the stage still kicking and screaming and had a baby llama that I thought was my own. By far the best play I was ever in, with this amazing cast. I would love to relive the closing night performance and the cast party afterwards. It’s hard to really grasp just what a sense of belonging we all had and how much fun we had and how we celebrated every moment of it because we knew it was something really special… I really miss performing.

16. joy said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:28 pm

    I think I would relive a day when I was about 12 or so, and my family had been visiting my grandmother and extended family. I rode back to Atlanta with my sister and we spent the trip singing Disney songs and “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” at the top of our lungs. My sister died shortly after that, and I just remember that day as being so perfect….

17. karen w said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:29 pm

    The one “event” I would love to re-live, is the time I spent living in Germany when my now 23.5yo dd was a toddler. I agree with the 3 yo kid thing. Mine was a riot. Her dad (my ex) was military, we lived in an American community, but I took everything so for granted. The history, the scenery, the food, the beer. It’s difficult to explain now, through the cloudy lens of time, to others who didn’t share the experiences. It was horrible and wonderful all at the same time, if that makes sense. He wasn’t “the one” for me, but the culture was so extraordinary, it almost made up for it. Plus, I miss all the wonderful people that I met there, both German *and* American. Truth be told, a German girlfriend got me knitting again after a teen-aged hiatus. (I learned when I was 5 or 6). She could churn out a sweater every 1.5-2 weeks, just riding public transportation to work/school. I was in awe.

18. Gina said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:30 pm

    This is lame, but any day with my mom. Even a bad one.

19. Amy said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:30 pm

    Hmmm, if I could go back and choose any moment to relive, it would be an afternoon spent with my grandfather making jam. When I used to visit my grandparents’ house in the summer, Grandpa and I would walk down to the end of the road where there was a huge blackberry bush, and pick berries until our buckets were full. Then we’d go home and I’d “help” him make jam. Of course, when I was 6 or 7, “helping” probably meant putting the bucket on the counter while I ran off to play somewhere else and then coming back a few hours later to taste test the completed product. It sure was fun though. My grandpa died last spring, but I still think of my grandpa whenever I eat blackberry jam (it’s one of my favorites).

20. Theresa P. said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:32 pm

    Since we have wedding on the brain in our household (one this weekend and another one in three weeks), I would love to go back and relive my own wedding day. I was so young and nervous then that I know I missed a lot of moments that I was too freaked out/busy to notice. If I could do it again, I’d know to stop about every 30 minutes and just take a good look around me and see everyone having a wonderful time and really appreciate it more. It was the best day of my life and I’d love to have a do-over.

21. Katie said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:32 pm

    I’d like to relive my teenage years, knowing then what I know now. Just kidding!

    Have a great weekend Sheri et al.

22. Ronni said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:35 pm

    I’d like to relive or revisit a day when my grandmother (the knitting one) was alive. but I’d like to do it with my current knowledge intact so that I could actually learn more from her. I think she used to make up the pattern as she went along for everything she knit so I’d like to learn what she knew that made that possible now that I might actually understand her if she talked about it. I’ve got the card that some knitting needles came on with scribbles on the back in her writing that seem to be pattern directions or rather notes of some kind. I’d love to know what for.

23. Kim A. said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:38 pm

    I would relive a day with my Dad, before he got sick. He had Alzheimer’s for several years before his death, and sometimes it’s hard for me to remember him before the illness. Maybe a normal Sunday from my childhood, when we would get home from breakfast after church, change our clothes, and do stuff around the house. And in the evening he would play the organ and sometimes sing. He was a warm, kind person and I miss him.

24. Kelly said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:39 pm

    I would want to re-live a day in which I was performing in the school musical…probably Grease since I had a part! I miss being in shows and I interpret them whenever I get a chance….but I’d love to do it over again!

25. Stacey said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 5:44 pm

    That is a tough one. One of the things that I will always remember and miss the most, are those middle of the night feedings. I miss getting up in the middle of the night, when all was quiet, and it was just me and baby. Quietly nursing. Sitting in our favorite chair. Smelling that wonderful baby smell. Listening to those funny little baby noises. Watching those long eyelashes flutter back closed. The only moments I get like that anymore are when one of the boys are sick. That seems to be the only time they stay still now!

26. Laura said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:06 pm

    A day with my Mom before Cancer came. And if it could be even more perfect a day with my Mom and my Grandparents when they were healthy and full of life. And if I could invent a day I never had I would have My Grandfather spend one whole day with my boys. He would have adored them,and they him.

27. Kinelle said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:13 pm

    I started out thinking of all the times I want to relive with family etc. Then, I started counting the blessings I have now. A little weepy. Then, I realized – wrong time to do this when you are PMSing!!

28. Sarah said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:14 pm

    I’d like to do our wedding weekend over again. Not that I don’t remember most of it, it’s only been 7 years, but it was such a fabulous 3 day party with lots of family and friends, and there’s plenty of conversations I missed, and people I wish I’d spent a few more minutes with.

29. Amy in Victoria said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:15 pm

    If I could go back and relive any moment, I think I would relive my grandpa ‘s100th birthday party. I was to in to myself at the time and little did I know that it would be his last one. I should of really celebrated with him and all the wisdom he had.

30. Kelly said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:16 pm

    I would relive the birh of each of my children. Not the labor and delivery part but the getting to hold them for the first time part. There’s nothing like holding your son or daughter for the first time all fresh and new.

    Have a wonderful weekened!

31. Rahime said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:25 pm

    I would relive my first kiss! (It was with my husband and I was 24, btw.) I had to sit down after. We still laugh about it!

32. Cindy said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:25 pm

    I don’t think I would want to relive a day, but a time would be the chance to talk to my Dad. He died when I was 15, so he missed so many milestones. I think he would have liked me, but I would love to have day to sit and just chat with him. And, this is a lovely idea for a contest. I’ve read the other submittals and every one is worthy of a prize.

33. Melissa B. said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:27 pm

    I’d would have to say I would revisit the day my grandmother the last time she got to see all 4 of my small kiddos (Christmas 2005). She passed away 2 months later from a 3 year battle of ovarian cancer. But that day, she was having a very hard day, but when she saw my kids she smiled and watched them play. Towards the end of her battle, she would just sit and stare and say that she was “putting it all in her memory bank” . So, why would I pick that day? Because I lived with my grandparents for my senior year of high school as well as 3 years after. My grandmother was also the one who taught me to knit. And, because that is the last memory my kids have of her. So I would go back and make sure that everyone would have had extra hugs and kisses!

34. Gretchen said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:28 pm

    I’d love to live the day I tell my parents, I’m pregnant. It hasn’t happened yet but it seems to be all I can think about lately. We’ve just started trying so it’s all hush hush for right now. It will be their first grandchild and I know they will be thrilled.

35. Lisa In Oregon said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:43 pm

    It would probably be a random summer day when I was 9 or 10 on my grandma’s farm…long days in the sunshine with no responsibilities and running wild with dirty feet, lol.

36. Kristi said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:44 pm

    I would love to relive all the milestones todate in my life…my wedding, my son’s birth (he’s 24), his high school and college graduation and I would love to be able to go spend more time with my Grandma in Illinois. Her and I have so much in common – knitting and quilting to name a couple. AND she has rhubarb growing right outside her back door. Always making rhubarb pie. She will be 98 on May 28th! I’ve been thinking Sheri, have you put up your special doors from your Grandparents house? Regarding the TNNA show: I live 30 minutes from Columbus. If you’d like to come and see where alot of your yarn now lives, let me know Have a great Memorial weekend! Kristi

37. Melissa said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:45 pm

    If I could live one day over again it would be the Bands of America performance back in 2001. I was in the University of Massachusetts Marching Band and I was the cymbal line section leader. I had 12 cymbal players that year and we were playing the musical Tommy. Now, BOA is a very big deal in the marching band community and we travelled from Amherst, Ma all the way to Indiana to the RCA Dome for this performance. Hundreds of hours of practice. Thousands of people would be watching our every move; after all we’re the best college drumline in the country. The night before the assistent percussion director decided he wanted to insert a huge 32 count visual. This might not seem like a big deal, but when you have 12 cymbal players, 2 plates per player, and a visual that occures on quarter and eighth notes, it’s a big deal. It took over 12 hours of practice, but we nailed it. It was amazing. I cried right on that field. I was so proud. Phi-Beta-Delta.

38. Isobel said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 6:55 pm

    I lost my younger brother, James, in a motorcycle accident when he was 21. I would like to relive the day he was born. He was born at home, with a midwife, my dad and our labrador Lassie in the room. My older sister and I were in the next bedroom, bundled up in the same bed until my dad came to get us to see our new little brother. When we entered the room, mum had James wrapped up in her arms, Lassie was sitting right beside her panting with pride. Great day!

39. Michelle from Arizona said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 7:00 pm

    A good day to relive … hmmm, not today. I cannot seem to think of anything really outstanding. However there was a period of time when I had a great love… many of those days were nice.

40. Karen in Toledo said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 7:35 pm

    A day I would love to re-experience is the day I brought my son, CJ, home from the hospital. I didn’t think that day would ever come. I bawled and bawled the day I left the hospital with empty arms, especially as I watched other moms going home with their babies.

    CJ was born 15 weeks early, after a long labor and desperate attempts to stop labor. The docs were very clear before he was born about all the handicapping conditions he would likely face, if he even lived. We were even given the choice of not intervening medically, not putting him on a ventilator, because “once he’s on a vent, it will be hard for you to get approval to take him off, no matter how badly handicapped he might be,” the docs told us. CJ was born weighing a whopping one pound, 12 ounces. Within a couple of days, like all babies, he dropped weight, and got as low as one pound 5 ounces.

    Finally, when CJ was 3.5 MONTHS old, weighing FOUR POUNDS and 6 OUNCES he was allowed to come home. His dad and I were told the night before that he was ready to come home the next day. What a flurry of activity our house became! After all those months of waiting, the next 24 hours were a complete blur. I’d love to go back and savor his homecoming.

41. Karen in Toledo said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 7:37 pm

    PS CJ will turn 11 years old this summer!

42. clumberknits said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 7:50 pm

    The day I’d like to relive is any of the summer days I spent with my grandfather. He died when I was 18, and I never got to have an “adult” conversation with him. He was a quiet man who never said much, so I’d like to think that I could ask him questions and get him to start telling stories.

43. Jill Day said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 7:53 pm

    Ya, three is fun. I like how they mispronounce words. My son used to say “gimber” instead of finger…it was so cute and funny when he would come crying “I hurt my gimber!” And both my kids said “Pocky” for popcorn.

    I think the day I would like to re-live would have to be one of the days of my honeymoon. We went to Hawaii. I remember how the very air smelled of flowers when we got off the shuttle at our hotel. We stayed in a hotel in Waikiki right off the beach…it was across the street. We sat on the balcony and I thought it was so cool how as far as you could see on the horizon, the ocean would meet the sky in a perfect flat blue line. Having grown up in Seattle I was used to seeing mountains in the distance! There was a Denney’s in the hotel and there weren’t any windows. It was like if you were in a regular Denney’s except where the windows would be it was all open and surrounded by beautiful tropical plants…and a breathtaking view of course!
    I also liked that on their menu they had mahi mahi as the regular fish…like we have cod here. It’s funny because no matter where my husband and I have gone we always eat at least once at a fast food chain! In Hawaii it was Denney’s and Jack-in-the-Box and in Vegas we ate at McDonalds! It’s the familiarity that’s comforting I guess. Plus I’m not a buffet person….I’m a little bit of a germophobe and I can’t eat that much in one sitting.
    We went to see Pearl Harbor and took the tour out to the Arizona memorial….that was VERY cool. We also went to the Dole Plantation. Have you ever had pinapple that fresh? It’s HEAVEN. It’s like a whole different fruit than the canned stuff. Oh, and mangos….yum! I’m hoping we can go back someday. We decided next time we’ll rent a car and drive around a lot more.

    Thanks for helping me bring back the memories

    ~Jill

44. Kristin said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 7:58 pm

    There are so many days I would like to live over. Like Karen in Toledo, my youngest daughter was born prematurely (4 months early) and weighing in at only 1 lb 8 oz. After 88 days we were finally able to bring her home, and now she is 5 1/2 years old, and doing really well! We watch in amazement as she plays T-ball with her peers. Left-handed and all! My oldest daughter is also a miracle, and she is 14. She is a special girl, and each year we visit St. Jude Children’s research hospital in a search for THE cure. Probably the day we get one will be the day I will want to live over and over.
    As for me, I would also like to re-live some of the time spent with my Great Nana and my Nana. They are both the only knitters in my family, and they both have knit these beautiful afghans – with beautiful cables. I would like to spend more time with them, learning how to knit as they did. Nana mentioned to me tonight as I was knitting my current sock at her house, that I hold the yarn in my hands the same way that she did (she can’t knit anymore due to arthritis). I never payed attention to those kind of things when I was little. So, I’m proud to hold my yarn like my Nana! When I was small, I was just knitting away with my sticky hands on the plastic needles and using the variegated yarns (the usual 70′s combo). You know, just happily knitting row after row of garter stitch. So, I’ve promised her a pair of socks in the near future. What a joy to make for her!
    Sheri – there are too many moments to savor and live over. BUT the best is yet to come, and I try to cherish each moment!

45. Julia said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:04 pm

    When I was 16 years old, my parents scraped together enough money to send me to the Sea Education Association (http//www.sea.edu) Summer and Sea program.

    Ten days on land, learning about nautical science, marine biology and maritime studies, as well as running rampant in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. We toured the marine science centers in the area, did studies on the beach, learned to sail on a mock ship, and made new friends.

    And then, once the 10 days were over, the next 10 days of the program started – 10 days on-board a double masted schooner, sailing and navigating the boat ourselves (with supervision, of course). We were broken into three, rotating, 24 hour shifts, we ran science experiments, plotted courses, raised and dropped sails.

    I will never forget the day when we first saw Them, humpback whales breeching in the distance. Two weeks of not saying the word “whale” had finally paid off, we though. Two minutes later, one came right up to the boat, stuck his head out, and looked at us. And then swam under the boat, never to return.

    Two days later, i could hear VA, our first mate, screaming her head off. “RIGHT WHALE! WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING GET OVER HERE!” and there, off the starboard side of the ship, was a Right Whale, incredible endangered and swimming for us all to see. Some people sail their whole lives and never get to see one of those.

    Later that week, we ran into a sudden thunderstorm. You could see the grey clouds racing towards up, like a great black wall in the sky. The water began to churn, the wind began to blow, the ship keened to side until the rail was almost under-water. And a group of high schoolers, who had only known each other for 2 weeks or so, suddenly grouped together as a team, brought all the sails down, and steered the ship into calmer waters. Nothing special for an experienced sailor, but for us, it was proof that we were capable, that we could handle a crisis away from home and away from land.

    The most beautiful thing, however, that I remember is sitting at the bow, at 3am. Watching the sky, which being early August was occasionally graced with a shooting stars, and watching the bow, which was flashing green with bioluminescent plankton. When suddenly they appeared, a pod of bottle nose dolphins playing in the wake. You could barely make out what they were, instead appearing to be magical, green glowing orbs dancing in the bow’s wake.

    I learned a lot of things on that trip. Most of all, however, I think I learned a lot about who I was.

46. Lesley said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:11 pm

    So many magical moments – looking back, I’ve been blessed with a life-time of great moments. And here I am now at 42 back in school to be a nurse, and start a whole new chapter of wonderful moments!

47. Laura said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:11 pm

    I would revisit a day I spent with my paternal grandfather and grandmother. Both of them died when I was young (my grandfather when I was 4 and my grandmother when I was 9). I think it would love to hear all the stories they could tell me.

48. LaurieM said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:13 pm

    I would love to relive the day after I was married. My husband is not a vocal man (is there such an animal?) but on that day he told me fully and in detail how much he loved me and why. It was a very tender and precious moment.

49. Trish in ID said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:13 pm

    Oh three was so fun with our oldest. She’s a chatterbox and you never knew what she was going to say next. She was our constant entertainment.
    There are several things that I would love to revisit so it’s tough to pick one. I think I’d revisit any time when my grandpa was alive. The time he spent with us kids in the summer or when he would spend with my oldest daughter. He never got a chance to meet my youngest. I was 7 months pregnant when he past away last year.
    Oh new yarn…..there is always a need for new yarn. Come on August, hurry up again get here.

50. Lacey said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:22 pm

    I’d love to relive a day with my Papa (maternal grandfather). One of the days where we were “going to town” in his massive Lincoln towncar. We were riding, me buckled in the seat next to him, silent in my teenage “above it all” mentality and he sat in the driver’s seat, stearing that land yacht toward town and the grocery store, his Izod crocs both facing the inside of his leg, not his ankle, because he could never keep them straight. I would love to relive that day when a big bug smacked the windsheild and left a smooge and Papa looked over at me and asked, “Do you know what the last thing that went through that bug’s head was?” And I answered something silly and simple and he replied, “His a**.” It was in that moment, in that car, that I finally saw him for the first time as someone real, not just some silly old man. I’d love to relive that day and let him know how much that meant to me. It’s always those simple things that stick.

51. Jess said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:34 pm

    Reliving… It would be a particular 4th of July right after I graduated from High School. In the town my parents live in it’s a very “small town” 4th of July… streets shut down, games and races etc… go on all day and into the evening. And then a “big” fireworks show. It was a gorgeous day (which is saying something… this is Alaska I’m talking about!) and my friends and I all just had a great time all day long. I remember laying on my friends lawn in the late afternoon just resting in peace with some of my best friends. A good silence you know? I often think about all those friends and their lives now. It would be next to impossible for us all to get together again and that was one of our last times spent all together like that.

52. Christine said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:34 pm

    I think I’d go back tothe moment my boyfriend and I just got together. When everything was new, exciting and scarey!

53. Kelly said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:37 pm

    I think I want the last day I spent with my daddy back. I like to think we said everything that needed to be said, but I don’t think we did.

    My daughter is three. VERY three. I thought you’d like to know that she recognizes your site, and excitedly points out “Look! It’s Loopy Sheep on the pumcuter!”

54. Heather said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 8:38 pm

    Oh, I’d give anything to relive a day of my honeymoon. I was four months pregnant (hee!), and we’d left *immediately* after our wedding for a couple weeks at Disney World in Florida. We drove from northern Illinois to Orlando, and had so much fun getting there! Our time at Disney was WAAAAY beyond fun…the hotel was incredibly nice (one of the park hotels), with a spa & multiple pools & tiny green lizards running around the patio. We could see the fireworks at night from the jacuzzi. We absolutely LOVED the Magic Kingdom…I don’t think there was a single ride that we didn’t do at least once. Epcot was a close second, too…the shopping was so much fun! Animal Kingdom (or whatever it’s called) was brand new at the time, and rather crowded, so we didn’t spend too much time there, but we had such a great time! The drive home was rather leisurely, with a stop in southern Indiana where I was born, and time spent in lovely little towns (with an awesome trip through the Dillinger museum, and the best fried biscuits & baked apple butter known to man…the biscuits weren’t at the museum, though, they were from a restaurant up the street). This was in October, so it was really neat to have the warm weather of Florida, and the gorgeous leaves & cool breezes of Indiana. We were in such a shmoopy bliss state the whole time. We were excited to come home, though, because we had a doctor’s appointment shortly thereafter to determine the gender of our baby.

    Those weeks were the most magical time of my life. I’d give anything to go visit them again. Thanks for the memories, Sheri…it’s good to reflect on such things.

    My only regret is that I didn’t yet know how to knit, so 1. I couldn’t knit any cute baby things for my wee ones, and 2. I didn’t stop at every yarn shop from here to Florida. Heh.

55. Wendy in Cambridge said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:07 pm

    I’d relive any moment with my Mom. She was incredible–warm, smart, funny, extrordinarily loving–just totally cool. I was truly blessed in the parent department!

56. meg said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:15 pm

    Wow! What a great contest idea. Funny to read about “three” as just today as I watched my own three year old boy wearing his little shorts, his favorite red sweater(knit by me!) his blue Crocs on his feet. He was just glowing with excitement as he rode up and down the driveway on his new bike and proud to be wearing a new helmet! I watched him, aware that I was watching a moment that would someday come back to my mind, so through my tears….I grabbed my camera and took a few pictures…but mostly just stared at him and enjoyed his little boy-ness.

    So although that was today..it will be a moment I always treasure.

    If I could go back in time….I would be back in Germany with special friends drinking beer with peaches in it and having great conversation.

57. Joy said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:18 pm

    I can’t choose between the the two memories I have of seeing both my children for the first time.
    My daughter was placed in my arms after a 16 hour labor…..4 hours of which were hard pushing. I was so exhausted, I don’t really remember much until the next morning. That was the moment I fell in love for the second time.
    I just adopted my son from Vietnam 8 months ago. I remember being in a room with all the other families waiting for the babies to be brought to us. I was so nervous and excited I can barely remember the orphanage nanny handing my son to me. That was the moment I fell in love for the third time.

58. Michelle Martino said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:21 pm

    I would like to go back to the day my son came with dad & grandma to pick me up at the hospital and bring his new little sister home. It is a memory that stays with me so clearly. I left him at home on my way to deliver as my wonderful little baby boy. Two days later when he toddled in at 2 1/2 yrs old to pick me up, he looked like a grown up boy. The mind does strange things when adjusting to motherhood and combating guilt.

59. Kathy said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:28 pm

    Ah, I was just thinking about this the other day. My youngest just turned 6 and I was thinking how nice it would be to have my older girl (who’s 13 now and not always so sweet) back to sweet 6! And how it would be to have the days I met them all over again, but then I realized that these memories are close to me and I knew how precious they were as they were happening, so there’s really no need to repeat them. And meeting my husband, again, a memory clear as a bell, the whole wonderful feeling of new love.

    So if I were to get that gift of “going back” it would be to spend some more moments with my father. He died when I was 21 and he was 47, the age I am now, and it seems so, so, so much younger to me these days. I feel I never had an “adult” conversation with him, never got the benefit of what he’d learned. But I do carry him with me every day now, and know that his parenting lessons are with me every day. But I might spend the time I would have with him just holding him tight.

60. Castiron said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:38 pm

    Reliving with my current memories intact: One college football game where our team may have lost but our band definitely won. 35F, rain, a muddy field that we had to lie on our backs in (yes, we had raincoats), and we got one of the biggest standing ovations it’s ever been my pleasure to have contributed to.

    Reliving without my current memories: The weekend when the near-complete set of Lois McMaster Bujold’s books arrived in my mailbox and I devoured the whole pile. (It would’ve been about five or six books at the time.)

61. Belinda said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:39 pm

    I would have to say a very happy moment for me was when my son said his first word to me (at age 5). He was diagnosed with Autism at age 2 1/2 and up until the age of 5, had not uttered a word! He said “bless you” after I sneezed, spontaneously, without any prompting. I couldn’t believe it! He has a bigger vocabulary now, about 100+ words, some days he needs prompting, sometimes not, but every time he says anything at all, I am happy and grateful!

62. jaci said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:45 pm

    I would love to spend a day with my grandparents! I miss them so much. Whenever I smell Ivory soap, I think of my grandma. She used to give me a bath and use that soap. I watch a lot of baseball with my husband and kids, so I would love to watch a game with my grandpa. I didn’t really like watching baseball on t.v. when I was little, but now I do all the time. It would be fun to share that experience with my grandpa. It has been 20 years since my grandma died and 22 for my grandpa. I can’t believe how much I miss them.

63. Kelli said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:46 pm

    I think if I could relive one day, it would be the day that my mother and I visited Mt. Rushmore. It was a somewhat hazy day and we didn’t think that the carvings would be visible, but after we had waited around for about thirty minutes, the fog broke and you could suddenly see Mt. Rushmore in this frame of trees and rock. I didn’t appreciate it as much as I should have (I was twelve).

64. Sarah said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 9:58 pm

    If I could relive any day it would be any day I spent with my mom. I moved out of the house and many states away right after I turned 19. I don’t get to see her often, a week a year if I’m lucky. I miss her like hell every day.

65. Michelle in SE AZ said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 10:18 pm

    Wow, hard to pick a day, especially with all the great memories I already have from my boys (who just turned 5) and my definitely different childhood on 2 continents, but my mind immediately flew to a third continent, to a small set of islands in the Andaman Sea south of Thailand. Before we were married, my DH spent a year removing land mines in Cambodia and we had the chance to meet up and vacation in southern Thailand. One of our stops was a week’s sojourn on these tiny specks of land, onetime reefs thrust up into the air as fabulous limestone cliffs with sweeping white beaches at their feet. The largest island is barely half a mile wide and while by day it was overrun by trippers from the mainland, the evenings were quiet, long and lazy, mostly spent eating the seafood that was caught fresh daily. We snorkeled in clear waters teeming with fish and coral, visited a secret cove nearly completely enclosed by towering cliffs, saw swallows’ nests being harvested for bird’s-nest soup, drank from coconuts just chopped out of the tree, and had a hotel room that was our own private cabana on the beach. That was over 13 years ago and I still feel lucky to have been there.

66. Sandra said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 10:32 pm

    You know what I would do over again? I would go back to when I was younger sitting in front of my great-grandpas chair and record his stories of growing up not just listen to them. I used to love his stories and now that he is gone I can’t hear them anymore.

67. Jennifer said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 10:35 pm

    In a very “Our Town” kind of way, I’d like to go back and relive a normal day with my Grandma Faye and Aunt Alane. Both are gone and I miss them so. My grandma kept a little farm here in the suburban jungle – she had geese, ducks, chickens, rabbits, a big garden and fruit trees. I would choose a summer day, we’d all be in the garden, playing with the dirt and tomato plants or watching the ducks play in the sprinklers. I didn’t know how special those times were and I sure do appreciate them now.

    I have two small boys – one is 4 1/2 and the other 2 1/2. It is hard to see them grow!

    Thanks for the contest – I had fun remembering those days!

68. miss violet said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 10:41 pm

    I’m emailing mine to you now. It’s too long for a comment.

    Because…*ahem*….you know how much I just *looove* to be brief.

    

69. Angie said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 10:46 pm

    I thought I could pick just 1 day, but I can’t. I’d like to have another day with my grandmother who has been gone for 20 years, I’d like her to meet my children – she would love them so much. I’d like to re-live an early summer day at college, I can still remember the smell of it-freedom!

70. daniella said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 11:00 pm

    My DH and I traipsing around any european city will
    always be a favorite memory for me, it was always
    such an adventure to go. No matter what the financial
    situation was, we tried to go every year. This past
    year we decided that it was the last since it’s now so
    expensive.
    I will always have the memories of my funny mister
    dealing with driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road,
    crazy roundabouts, roads that were too narrow,
    etc all the while he had the best attitude about it.

    I could not choose my favorite, but it boils down
    to these places: Dingle (Ireland) Bath, a number of
    Welsh citites, Edinburgh, Venice, Florence and Paris.
    Everything was so beautiful I could not believe my
    eyes.

71. ~Kristie said,

    May 25, 2007 @ 11:55 pm

    There are so many favorite days that it’s so difficult to narrow it down to just one. I’m sure everyone thinks that though. I would probably like to go back to the day when I was 14 or 15 years old and had the entire day to sit and visit with my great-grandmother. She was an absolutely amazing woman and it would be fun to talk to her again knowing what I know now. What a fun fantasy!

72. Beth K said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 12:00 am

    I have two times I would live over and over again. First is the time I spent with my grandpa. I would spend the summer with my grandparents and my grandpa showed me all about horses. He would take me out to ride, and we would play hide and seek on the horses in the pasture. I was about 5 or 6, and I could never find him, and I would look and look, and about the time I was start to get up set and ready to cry, here he would pop up over a hill, or some place that I looked. He never let me cry. He also had a blue healer dog named hank that loved to chase the birds off the fence. It was so funny to watch him try to catch the birds as they flew away.

    Grandpa has been dead for 20 years now, but I think of that time a lot.

    2nd. Is standing on the peir on the Naval base waiting for my husband to come home. The proudest I have been is seen that ship he was on come over the horizon with the faint dots of white around the deck edge. As they got close to the peir I could see it what the men and women that served on that ship lined up around the deck edge in their dress whites. I knew my hubby was there some place, but there were so many of them I couldn’t pick him out from the ground (they where 200 feet above us) After waiting what seemed like forever they started letting them off the ship. And I was sallowd by a crowed of familes looking for their sailor, and I was trying to look for hubby and watch after the kids, and then there he was in front of me. He was skinny from months on a ship, and I was so happy to see him. I had a baby while he was away, and he got to meet his son for the first time on that peir, and our son got to see his daddy who is my hero.

73. minnie said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 12:01 am

    this time of year is kinda hard for me, because i lost my grandma on may 2nd, and my dad on june 4th in 2001. there are two days i’d relive: the last day i saw my dad alive and well (he had a stroke on may 22nd, and passed away 12 days later), and the last day i saw my grandmother (she lived in wyoming, and i’m in nebraska, so it was often hard to get out there to see her, with 4 kids and no money). it’s been 6 years, and i miss both of them terribly.

74. Doris said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 12:02 am

    I’d love to relive my wedding day. My grandparents were alive, and came from Germany to celebrate with us. My inlaws were both alive and well, as were most of both our families. We were fortunate to have wonderful supportive family and friends with us and it was a really fun party. To be with everyone who is now gone, nd to have such a beautiful ceremony and fun party…wow!

75. Janice said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 12:03 am

    I would love to re-visit a trip we took 15 years ago to Hawaii when the kids were 3,5 and 7. We were living in Japan at the time and met my husband’s parents there and just had the most incredible trip. I sometimes miss the kids at those younger ages… and I definitely miss my MIL, who passed away over 10 years ago.

76. Kit said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 12:04 am

    The one day I would love to relive is that first day out of the hospital after my second transplant. It was overcast but everything was in full bloom (it was April 13 2001) and it was like seeing out of different eyes. I feel I was reborn that day.

77. Heather said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 6:38 am

    I would relive any summer’s day at camp with my gram and pa. They are both gone now but I loved just being at the camp on the lake with them when I was a teenager.

78. Jen said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 6:43 am

    I would love to relive the great road trip I took in 2005. My friend and I drove from Chicago out to Yellowstone and back and it was so awesome. Such a good time. I would love to do it again!

79. funfairiegirl said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 6:52 am

    See – I am torn between the day I met the boy and the day we saw eachother again after being apart for the next 8 months. We met at a convention and both fell hard. We spent one GREAT day together, then spent the following months getting to know each other over the phone, through email and IM. My step-dad was ill at the time and declining (he died this past December) and the boy was fantastic through it all. I think it would have to be the moment we were reunited though. I flew into the St Louis airport – he was working in STL for the week – and had a couple hours of waiting for him to get off work and slog through traffic to pick me up. I was waiting outside for him when my phone rang. He said he thought he missed me, but I was tucked away, he hadn’t. He was right in front of me. He got out of the car, I wheeled my suitcase over to the curb. He wrapped his arms around me, me standing on the curb, him on the street level, and he held me for what seemed like hours. It was amazing to just be there with him. When we got in the car he kept staring at me. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, he was just amazed that I was there and how beautiful I am. An hour later we shared our first kiss. We haven’t looked back and I am moving out there to be with him this summer.

80. Barbara said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 6:53 am

    Well, I would like to relive having my three children again, but what I really would
    like to remember is when I was a little girl, we use to go to our Aunt’s and Uncle’s
    house a lot and have family dinners and bar-b-ques. I use to love to go to my
    Uncle Freddie’s house and play with my two cousins Jimmy and Johnny. They
    came here from Alaska with my Aunt Toni and she married my uncle Freddie.
    Their stories were wonderful and we just played and ate. We were young and
    innocent and had no idea of the world struggles and no stress and no idea that
    there were “bad” things going on in other places. They are all gone now and I
    miss them terribly.I was very lucky to have had a good childhood. Also I am ill and my mom is 98 and is in a nursing home with
    multiple myleoma. I would like to have one more day when we were well and would
    just have a good time going shopping and out to lunch. I have a lot of good
    memories (too many to write down in this little box). That’s one advantage of
    getting old.

81. Angie said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 7:13 am

    It’s so hard to pick just one. Perhaps the day I met my husband? Or the day we married because I really didn’t think that day would ever happen for me? Or all the time I have spent with mother whether drinking coffee at the kitchen table or sipping wine on the back deck? Or my dear grandmother who let us share her home for 12 years?

    One of my favorite memories is the first day of our honeymoon when we arrived at the Alabama shoreline. My husband had never seen the Gulf or any ocean. We walked the beach hand in hand and he marvelled over the hermit crabs. If he had his way, we would have come home with an aquarium filled to the brim. He didn’t exactly want the crabs but he wanted their shells since they happed to have the best shells on the beach.

82. AnnaMarie said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 7:26 am

    I think it would be any day that was a Mom and Me day. When is was in middle school, out of the blue on a Friday, Mom would stop in just before lunch and pull me out for the rest of the day.

    We’d go to lunch at somewhere really fancy, like Bennigans and then either go to the mall for window shopping or maybe to the Lincoln Park Zoo or the Museum of Science and Industry. We’d always go into the city (Chicago) and spend the day and into the evening. It was always fun.

    If it was the Mall we would try on hats at every store. If it was the zoo we would feed every animal that had food for sale. At the Museum we would always go down into the Coal Mine and I can still remember jumping every time the elevator hit bottom.

    In the early evening we would end up at some smoky bar, having bar snacks. (this alone dates me)

    I remember one memorable evening at the bar in the basement of one of the corncob buildings in Chicago where I belted out show tunes with the piano player for a while. It was magical and I was 11 years old.

    I would relive any of those days with Mom and me being girls, having fun and just freely enjoying life!

83. Karen said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 7:32 am

    My dad had 5 brothers and for the holidays we would all get together with Grandma and Grandpa. My grandma died of breast cancer when I was 12 so I would like to go back to any holiday before she died and enjoy the interaction between her and her grandchildren. When we were all together there were 32 of us. It was loud, lots of laughter and tons of great food.
    We still try to get together once a year at the Iowa State Fair and now there are over 75 of us but Grandma and Grandpa are gone and some of the cousins live too far to come but it is still lots of laughter and great food.

84. Karin said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 7:50 am

    A family trip to California – DS had jus turned 3, DD was 5, and due to DH’s extended business in CA, he had a little apartment in Cupertino. We were flown down by his company, and spent Easter there. The kids weren’t sure if the Easter bunny would find them in a different country, but he did, complete with the usual egg hunt and everything. It is probably one of the best moments in my life .

85. Becky said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 7:59 am

    So many grand memories floating around in my head…but the one I would love to relive is just about day with my Mama and Papa (maternal grandparents). I grew up the only child of an only child and I spent A LOT of time with them- weekends at their house, that sort of thing. Mama taught me how to knit when I was 6 and the first thing that I knit was a scarf for Papa.

    When I was 12, my folks separated and Mom moved in with them for awhile. I, being on the cusp of “teenager-hood”, wasn’t the nicest person. It didn’t help that my world had just crashed around me. I’m afraid that I didn’t always treat them as I should- the day that I made Mama cry for something I said just about broke my heart. I wish I could have a “do-over” because of my stupidity. Things got better as I got older but I didn’t have enough time after those years to recapture what we had when I was littler.

    Mama passed away in 1994 after a battle with ovarian cancer and not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. While home from college for her funeral, I picked up my needles for the first time in ages and knit my first pair of mittens. It made me feel close to her. Everytime I have my needles in my hand, I feel close to her and I just wish we could be knitting together again.

    On a happier note, I am still lucky enough to have Papa around. He comes to visit me a couple of times a year (I live near and work for Walt Disney World- that lures him down here!) and we hang out in the parks and have an awesome time together. My mom’s friend thinks its hilarious that her father visits her 30-something year old daughter just to hang out! At 83, I can see him slowing down but he’s still my Papa! This summer, he and my folks (who reunited after being separated for 12 years…but that’s another story!) are moving down to Orlando from Connecticut permanently. We are all brimming with excitement! I look forward to making tons of new memories in our adopted state.

86. Miss Bea said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 8:02 am

    Hi Sheri!
    The one period of time I would like to relive most is the time growing up that I spent in Europe. My father’s company contracts for the military, and when I was 11, we were tranferred to Stuttgart, Germany for 4 years. Of course, at the time, I hated the idea and didn’t want to go. I felt the same way when it was time to come back. The interesting thing about my memories of that time is that I was old enough to form lasting memories of the places I saw, but not quite old enough to really appreciate where I was and what I was experiencing. I can look back on that time now and appreciate, but it’s been almost 15 years since then and the memories fade a bit. I would love nothing more than to relive those experiences again with a (sort of) grown-up’s viewpoint.

87. Phoebe said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 8:05 am

    My memory would have to be our magical day on a family trip 3 summers ago at Stone Mountain Georgia. We had never been before and it was a joy to all discover together as a family…hubby and then 8 year old son. We took the tram to the top of the mountain and it was a picture postcard clear day…and then we hiked all the way down. We are actually contemplating going again this summer but are hesitant as we don’t want to mar the perfect memory.

88. Magas said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 8:24 am

    Seeing how it’s Memorial Day, I would love to revisit any day with my Dad. He was a WWII vet and he’s been gone for 12 years now. Just to hear his voice again and to hear him laugh would be a great pleasure.

89. Cynthia said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 9:16 am

    A day that I’d like to re-live, is actually one from not so long ago; we moved about a year ago, and a week or 2 later it was my birthday. (mid June). We had just gotten rid of the big messes and gotten organized a bit; the boxes that were still packed held non-essential stuff and were out of sight. Everything was freshly painted, the furniture was all new (needed due to living in a moldy house before), it was a summery day. We didn’t expect any visitors; in the morning we went out and bought cake and went to a local deli-store to get some french cheeses, nuts, wine.. you know, the things your hips like . We spent an absolutely blissful day lounging around, being together, enjoying some good food, enjoying our wonderful new home and each other.

    Ah, to think that this year on my birthday we may or may not be just the two of us together anymore, for all we know we could be in the middle of a diaper change… or even still in the hospital! (I’m due 6 days after my birthday).

90. Liz said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 9:25 am

    October 2001 (I don’t remember the actual day). My husband was in the U.S. Navy then. In April 2001 he deployed for six months. I was home with our three year old and 3 month old. It was a very hard time in my life (although sometimes it was nice not having to answer to a husband). That was the year of September 11th. After that, we didn’t know when they would come home. Many rumors swirled around, the most known one being they would be extended for 6 more months. We were lucky. They came home exactly when they were supposed to. (So lucky, one month later all deployments were lengthened).

    The day he came home…There we were on the pier. Me with my now 4 year old son and 9 month old daughter. When Daddy stepped off that ship, my son bolted for him yelling “daddy, daddy!” I was right behind him with the daughter he barely knew. We hugged, we kissed, my daughter cried The relief I felt having him home is something I could never explain. All the fears and worries washed away.

    I don’t think about that day too often. But when I read your post, it was the first thing to came to my mind. Sometimes I forget the love that is always there, through all the hard times we endure. That memory, the feelings I felt that day…I would relive it forever.

    Now excuse me….I need to go get a tissue Thanks for asking this Sheri. Today of all days is one where I really need to remember those good times

91. Trish said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 9:36 am

    I don’t think that I would want to re-live any days of my life over again. I love that the memories that I have of the most special days of my life – like spending time with my grandmother just before she died, special days with my family growing up, the day I met my husband, the day I found out I was pregnant, my wedding day, etc. – are so amazingly special to me. I almost feel as though I would wreck or change those important memories if I were to re-live the day. Almost as though they wouldn’t be as special any more if I did get the chance to do it all over again.

    I really liked reading everyone else’s stories though – so touching!!

92. Tess said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 10:09 am

    A day to relive….I don’t know but maybe one of the fun and simple first dates my husband and I had. It was a fun and exciting time. Being teenagers together even though we were both older than our years. It was always a good time to sit in a car and eat pizza and laugh. Good times…

    Tess

93. Shari said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 10:12 am

    If I could go back in time I would pay closer attention during all those summers I spent with my Nanny. She was always knitting and cooking but I was to young to appreciate all she had to teach me. That is one of my few regrets in life.

94. Tracy said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 10:28 am

    I don’t know that I would want to completely re-live anything, but it would be wonderful to be able to take my children back in time with me to meet and know my grandmother. Her strength and grace would be such good things for my children to know, and I would dearly love for her to have a chance to meet my daughter who is named for her.

95. Marianne Y said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 10:32 am

    I would like to relive a day with my dad, especially when he was holding my then 7-week old oldest son, telling us that he wanted to be around to teach my children to fish, play golf, and other cool things. (This was just after he was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer. He passed away about 3 months later.) He was such a good man! Or, I would like to relive a day with my mom, before she passed away, when my middle son was about 2 years old. I really miss both of my parents. It’s a shame that neither of them lived to even know that I would have a third son.

    I hope everyone enjoys the long weekend, and will pause to remember our veterans, et al. On Monday morning, my youngest son will be high-step marching with his high school band in the parade and playing a concert with them afterwards in the bandshell in the park. My husband and middle son will be in the parade with the Boy Scouts. I am planning to take a camp chair & hopefully get some knitting done, while I’m waiting for the parade to begin & finish. The great news is that we should have good weather, especially not too hot, unlike last year, when it was way too hot for the bands in their heavy wool uniforms.

96. Megan said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 10:56 am

    I would relive the day I met my husband. Why? Well, I don’t remeber the exact day or what happened. We went to high school together in a class of less than 200, so I know that I met him sometime in the beginning of my freshman year. I would have been about 14. Maybe in the school cafeteria? I love that we have so much history together, but it is funny that I just always remember knowing him. No specific moment to look back on.

97. Isela said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 11:25 am

    I would love to re-live the one happy memory I have of my sisters and I. My Mom left us when I was about 5 years old and from that day on life was miserable (to say the least). But I will never forget the one day that my sisters and I were playing outside in our yard. We had beautiful red flowers that we would put in our hair. I remember running around chasing each other and laughing. It has now been almost 20 years since I last saw my sisters. I miss them and I wish I could be with them one more time.

98. Jill in MN said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 11:37 am

    I don’t have any specific day. My best friend of 40 years died a couple years ago so ANY day with her would be wonderful to re-live.

99. Susan P said,

    May 26, 2007 @ 11:49 am

    Can I pick two – one for each child? Sure I can. Who’s going to stop me?

    First Michael, my eldest. I would relive the wonderful afternoon his senior year in High School when I was priveleged to sit in the audience, listening to him solo in The Glass Bead Game, a concerto for French Horn and orchestra, with the New World Youth Chamber Orchestra. Couldn’t stop crying. My heart has never before or ever since been so bursting with incredible pride and joy.

    Second is Nick, my baby (Baby turns twenty on Wednesday. Baby is a relative thing.) This moment is the exact opposite of the very public and busy nature of the first. The night he was born in the wee hours of the morning, the hospital was so quiet, they dimmed the lights, and gave my husband and I a private hour with Nicholas. It was so peaceful and still, yet filled with the wonder and joy of this beautiful new soul. I often replay this moment when Nick and I are struggling, as often happens in the teen / young adult years.

    Both moments hold such pure, unadulterated joy that I can relive them any time I want just by closing my eyes and falling back into the rhythms of simpler days. Aren’t we lucky to be able to have and to hold close such memories, of times when our hearts overflowed and our world filled with the glory of love brought down to earth?

    Blessings today and always. Go hug your kids.

100. Jocelyn said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 12:46 pm

     It’s so hard to choose! And everyone has such interesting ones. I can think of three right away. I think I’d like to relive the days that each of my two daughters were born. It went so quickly, and yet there were so many good moments in those days, that it would be amazing to get to see it again. I’d also love to revisit the day that my husband and I hiked to the top of Mt. Snowdon. It’s not tremendously hard (only about 3,000 feet vertical), but it was sleeting, and it was beautiful, and I was very proud of myself for making it up there. I’d like to take an extra minute to really savour the achievement! I guess it’s good to remember to take those moments when they come, because you really can’t go back and do it again Thanks for thinking of this question!

101. tina said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 12:47 pm

     Isn’t it hard when asked that question to give just ONE answer! And I must be truly blessed because there are many memories that live on and wonderful enough to want to go back and do it again! On the spot I’d say that I would like to relive a day many years ago when I said I couldn’t do ‘it’ anymore………… of course my life would be totally different than it is now because I would take back the information that those things I was afraid of when I was younger were really no big deal. I can do ANYTHING!

     Be strong, Be a blessing and live in peace.

102. Karen said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 1:02 pm

     My kids births…any time with my mom; in the kitchen, on the phone, in the garden (I still miss her so much even after 11 years of her being in heaven). The Christmas I knit my dad a hat and scarf (he always wore them when he grilled in the winter). So many of them I can’t pick just one. But it’s nice to think upon happy times when life isn’t all we expected it to be.

103. Becky said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 1:21 pm

     I’d like to go back to the day my mom, my grandmother and I sat at a kitchen table and cut up a 108-pound pumpkin my 10-year old son grew, preparing it for canning. The whole family was at our summer home. The sun was bright. I was working with my women-folk. It was a lovely day.

104. KT said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 2:19 pm

     It would be one of two days. The first was a ballroom dance competition called Baby Bam Jam. My partner and I had worked our butts off all semester–it was our first semester dancing together and it took at least two months to work out the kinks of dancing together. This was the first competition where we really proved ourselves as dancers. We absolutely destroyed the competition. After having made our first latin final just a few weeks before, we ended placing second in all the latin dances and then first in all the rhythm dances. It was a high like none other.

     The other would be about a month ago. The show was opening the second run, which was sold out. The audience was phenomenal and the kicker was that the show was reviewed in a local paper that day, which liked the show and LOVED my Adelaide. I was on the biggest high all day.

105. Rebecca said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 2:40 pm

     Hm….I feel so young! I’m honestly not sure which moments I want to relive…. Several with friends who live far away, of course… Right now, the moment that I want back happened just a few evenings ago, though. The Boy and I had just gotten out of graduation practice and we got ice cream and went and ran around a park and watched the stars come out. That feeling of utter freedom is splendid and I want to do that again very soon. (We graduated this Wednesday [high school] — and when we got out it was SNOWING!)

106. Alex said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 2:41 pm

     Great caption for that picture–so cute! I wish I’d learned to knit when I was younger (I learned on my own when I was 17).

     There’s this picture that’s been on my friend’s mom’s refrigerator for a few years–it’s of my friends and me on the Ronald McDonald bench at Six Flags, pooped out after a day of fun (it was a whole eighth grade field trip). That’s one of the things that comes to mind.

     Another thing is my second trip to visit all my cousins on the east coast and my grandmother was here on a visa. All of us kids had so much fun, and we had a huge family dinner one night, and my dad and uncles fought over the check (along with all the other checks that we had when we ate out). Also, we went bowling quite a few nights–it amuses me to think of it because my brother would easily kick my oldest cousin’s butt at bowling now.

107. Katy said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 3:19 pm

     Great picture!

     My one moment that I’d relive over and over again would be this:

     It was right before Christmas and my mom kept me home from school and sent my sister off to school. She woke me up by telling me to hurry and get dressed, we had to get our day started. I was a bit surprised, but, quickly got dressed, all the while wondering why I wasn’t getting on the bus as well. My mom and I got into the car and then she told me that she’d decided that she and I needed a day together, just us. We headed off to breakfast at a local restaurnt and then did some Christmas shopping for my sister. I’m not sure to this day who had more fun in the toy section, me or her. We chose my sister’s gifts and then it was off to lunch. After that it was to a movie (arrangments had been made for my sister to go to a friend’s house after school). Then dinner and a little more shopping for me. My mom got me my birthstone ring that day and I have it still—I wear it every day to keep her close. We got home just before bedtime.

     That’s the day I’d love to revisit. Not because of the shopping, but, because of the time spent with my mom.

     Days like that were pretty rare–my mom was a diabetic and on dialysis the last few years of her life. To have a day like that, a day where she felt good and was able to do all that we did? That was amazing. But then, my mom was an amazing lady. She died just 18 months later..

108. Valerie said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 3:29 pm

     A time I would love to re-experience is the moment after giving birth, when all the fear, waiting and pain are over, and the new baby is placed on my chest. After waiting so long to see her (4 hers for me) at last there she is, warm, healthy and perfect, next to my skin. I had the last two at home, so it was lovely lying in my own bed with my husband and older girls all around the bed to welcome the new little one.
     Your rhubarb recipe also brought back another lovely memory. My mother grew rhubarb in our backyard and in the spring we would wait for it to grow and then go and pick it together and she would bake a rhubarb pie or crisp. So rhubarb always reminds me of good times with my mother.

109. Tracie said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 3:38 pm

     This one is easy for me the day/moment I would like to live over is when my son Bradley was six months old. He was diagnoised with Type one diabetes when he was three but he started having health issues at 18mos. Anyway at 6 mos. he was about the most perfect baby in everyway you can think of. Good health, happy, slept through the night and just loved he’s mommy to pieces and smiled all the time. I look at pictures of him then and wonder what and when things started going wrong in his little body. He’s still is a great kid – very mature for his age. He takes three insulin injections a day but he never seems to give it a second thought. He wishes he could have all the cake and ice cream he wanted like other kids but other than that he has never let diabetes get him down. Anyway that’s my moment in time. I loved reading everyones there all just great. TFS

     Tracie

110. Janelle said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 4:03 pm

     I think I would revisit the first days in which my sweetie and I knew we were going to spend forever together…. what a rush!

111. Chrissy said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 4:07 pm

     I’d like to revisit the day I met my husband when I was 15 years old.

112. E said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 4:28 pm

     One of my favorite memories was on a trip to England several years ago. I am fascinated with old stone churches, and on one Saturday night I went for a walk in the neighborhood where I was staying, and I heard the bells ringing in the tower of the local church. I was very curious and walked up to a man who was just entering the church, and he said that it was the Bell Ringers practicing for the next day’s service. He invited me in, and we walked up to the bell room together, and there were a dozen or so people in this tiny stone room– wives and husbands, old women, young boys– and they were all taking turns pulling on the ropes that went through holes in the ceiling to the belfry. I watched them for a while, and they seemed to be glad to show off what they thought was a fairly every-day thing to this curious American (who was interested in all things NOT listed in tourist guide books)!

     Anyway, after a while, one of the men there– the leader of the Bell Ringers– asked me if I would like to go up and see the bells. He pointed to this very narrow, very sketchy-looking ladder that was against one of the walls. Now, I’m quite terrified of heights AND I’m not all that physically agile, but for some reason I said yes. He led me up this fifteen-foot ladder, and then up second (even sketchier!) fifteen foot ladder, up into this dusty, creaky attic-space. I saw all around me these huge bathtub sized bells. Then the guy said, “hold on– and you might want to plug your ears”. And he dingled a tiny bell on a string to signal to the people in the room below (really, what else would you use?) and the huge bells started to sway, and there was this great reverberation of BONG BONG BONGs and it was so beautiful and loud and there I was perched on this creaky very unsafe ladder, one hand wrapped around the bars of the ladder, my other hand stuffed in my ear… and the whole time I’m thinking, if I don’t fall off this ladder and end up breaking my neck, then I’m going to have one very fantastic memory for the rest of my life!

     Thanks for suggesting this, Sheri… and I love reading everyone else’s responses as well.

     Your lives are beautiful.

113. Susan P said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 4:55 pm

     Isn’t it interesting that most of these moments are not about what happened but rather who they happened with: my mom, my dad, my kids, my husband, my best friend. Life is only about relationships.

114. Leslie said,

     May 26, 2007 @ 7:46 pm

     I would relive any happy Saturday when I was seven or eight, to spend time with my father, mostly. He died when I was twelve.

115. Diane said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 6:16 am

     I would love to re-live one of those great family summer vacations we would take with my aunt and my uncle….my Unlce Bricky (he was a a brck layer) would load his station wagon (with no radio – we all had to sing the louder the better) with everything but the kitchen sink (including my baby brother’s crib one year) and we would drive to Hampton Beach NH for 2 weeks in a cottage with no air conditioning and all my cousins…the more the merrier and just spend the days at the beach….nights playing cards or board games, hanging on the boardwalk…..and just plain old good time summer fun…if it rained we found something to do..there were no malls to go to…..and of course his famous Sunday Morning Vacation breakfasts…how does everyone like there eggs….we would place our order and then everyone ended up with scrambled…..I miss him dearly!

     Diane

116. Crystal Baker said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 7:22 am

     If I could re-live one moment, it would be the spring of 1986. I would want to be a teenager again with what I know now, a time before responsibilities had set in. I would want be able to wisper in my own ear and make that one decision diffently.

117. Amy said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 8:38 am

     Great question! I think I’d go back to college, just for one day–I wouldn’t want to relive that entire period, but one evening in particular when a bunch of college buddies from the dorm I lived at went to a local lake to walk around it, singing, being silly, just having fun and great camaraderie. It was blissful.

118. Vera said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 9:22 am

     As a child growing up in New York City, I didn’t get to see much nature, but in the summers, I would go to camp in central Pennsylvania, and I loved it there. The camp was at a top of a mountain, and I just loved the trails, rolling hills, and fresh air.

     There was a swing that faced down into the beautiful valley below, and I loved to swing, swing, and swing, and look down into it. I would like to go back there again someday.

119. julia said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 9:25 am

     the day i would like to go back and visit would be memorial day of two years ago…since that’s the day i got together with my boyfriend. although we’ve only been together two years, it feels like we are already an old married couple (in a good way!).
     i remember distinctly us sitting together at lunch, he in my grandfather’s old blue wool sweater because it was actually very cold that year and i had lent it to him…and we talked and talked and talked.
     nowadays, we are both so busy with work and school, we don’t get as much time to talk like we used to. with our two-year anniversary coming up, i’d like to go back to that time and revisit what it was that made us fall in love and reaffirm our being together.
     many happy returns to all!

120. Cheryl said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 10:11 am

     My memory is of a sound..I was at work at my second job at the time and was having a particulalry stressful night, the ER was very busy when in the midst of the madness I heard a luagh. Not a quick laugh, but a heart felt laugh, genuine and appreciative of whatever caused its existence. It was a sound that made me stop and smile and realize this would be over in a few hours and i could go back to my life outside that me made happy. I wondered about the owner of the laugh and stepped out of the room i was working in to track it down. It came from the biggest man I ever saw, six foot six, shoulders of a linebacker, eyes of rootbeer and as I was to find out later when I knit his kilt hose for our wedding size 16eeee feet. I am blessed to hear that often but as a first kiss I will always rmember the first time hearing it.

121. Barb said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 4:10 pm

     I would like to relive my wedding day 16 years ago this weekend. The weather was great and we had a wonderful day, but I would love to not be as nervous as I was. I tried to make everyone happy in the hopes that they would soon like me and accept me, well that never happened and I think I would have had an even better day had I just been myself and not cared what my in-laws thought of me. lol

122. Capi in Arizona said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 5:46 pm

     It’s not so much that I want to relive any particular memories of childhoold, though they were mostly enjoyable, having had wonderful parents, both of whom have passed on now. What I would love to share with both of them, however, are the travels that I have had in the past 7 years or so since they have both been gone. Much of my traveling now has been due to their largesse and I am ever thankful.

     They so much loved traveling and did much of it throughout the US, Canada and Mexico…all by car & much of it in Mexico in the late 30′s when auto travel was precarious at best. Later, my father’s health precluded further travel and they never got to see sites of foreign lands, so now I try to travel thru their eyes.

     I have been to Cuzco, Peru, staying with Peruvian friends at their home, then visiting Macchu Picchu and also the Amazon. Up to Churchill on Hudson’s Bay to see polar bear and kayak with the smiling white beluga whales. I have been on 4 treks in China, once on a tea tour taking me down to the borders of Cambodia, Myanmar (Burma) and the oldest tea tree in China. In 2006 I convinced my Beijing friend, Angela to accompany me up to the frosty January Ice Festival in northern China near the Russian border at Harbin, where the temps never broke zero, even at noon. But the site of 4 story ice palaces, completely lit from within by colored lights was well worth the 20 below temps one had to endure for the nighttime viewings. Also fantastic more than lifesize ice carvings of Swan Lake scenes, Snow White etc, all done with chain saws. Some Europeans compete here, but though the Park was crowded, there were no Americans in evidence.

     All these adventures and more I would love to be able to share with my parents, whose only contact with places like these was thru their annual subscription to the National Geographic and the Saturday travelogue movie/lectures they attended at the Chicago Museum of Natural History. How I would love to carry them along in my pocket.
     Anyway, these are memories I would love to relive…at least with my folks. Thanks for allowing me to share some of them with you all.

123. Alli said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 6:16 pm

     I would love to go back and relive some of the early days of dating my husband. My whole world revolved around him and he was the first good, stable male in my life. I was 18 and it seemed like we’d be young and silly like that forever. I’d love to have a Saturday to just stay in bed all day.

124. suzanne said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 6:52 pm

     I’d love to hang out with my grandmother when she was younger, maybe her 50s or 60s. I remember her as a very athletic woman (she played baseball probably into her 60s, rowed us around the creek when we were kids.) Even in her 70s she was high speed! I remember her as so loving and great fun, but it would be great so have a living image of her active. She was slowed by age in the last 5 years of her life (she died 2 years ago at 91) and often wheelchair bound, but she still wanted to go and do things. I used to take her (and my two kids!) to a restaurant with a playground (mcdonalds, chik-fil-a, burger king, anything) every Thursday. She loved being around all of the kids, and just LAUGHED when they were a bit naughty. I used to stack the kids in her lap on the wheelchair and push all three around! Those are good memories, but I’d still like to see her in her prime. We could go fishing!

125. Tara said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 8:09 pm

     There are lots of days, most of them by the ocean. Right now I’d have to say the afternoon I spent last April at Half Moon Bay just south of San Francisco. There is no sound in the world I love more than the crash of waves. Sitting in the sand, watching the waves and smelling the sea. Makes me happy just thinking about it.

126. Amelia Garripoli said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 8:47 pm

     Ahhh, picking just one day. I’d say, the birth of my son — started just after midnight, resting peacefully together by noon. What a life-changing day!

127. stacey said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 9:32 pm

     Thank you for a new rhubarb recipe! Yum!

     The moments I would like to relive would be the day of each of my daughters were born – to remember the gift that was given to me, smell their sweet little noggins, and remmber how teeny tiny they were…well, they are still sweet – just not teeny tiny:)

128. Meg said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 10:01 pm

     In high school I had two best friends. The three of us were inseparable from 7th grade onwards. It’s been nearly 10 years now since one of them was killed in a motorcycle accident. The summer before, the three of us had met up at the Michigan Renaissance Festival, and spent a great day together. So that’s oen day I would choose.

     Another is a random weekend day when my husband and I were first dating. It was pretty much an ordinary day – he was fixing my car and I sat in the driveway and we talked while he worked. There are many days in the hustle and bustle of now, married with three kids, that I really miss being boy friend and girlfriend, the newness and the freedom.

     I’m baking Rhubarb Dreams tonight. Gotta go buy eggs.

129. Heather said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 11:11 pm

     The two times I would like to revisit.

     Summer days when I was young ~10 up at my great-grandparents cottage near Roscommon, playing at the beach, wandering in the woods, canoeing the AuSable. All fun times.

     The other time i when hubby and I first met, years before we dated, just friends camping at my first Pennsic with a bunch of other friends. what a fun year.

130. Alison said,

     May 27, 2007 @ 11:16 pm

     I would love to go back and get to know my two grandfathers better. They both died when I was young – one when I was only a couple of months old from a building accident, and the other when I was about four. I’ve done a lot of family history research since then, and they were both amazing me who had done so many things and had some wonderful experiences … I wish I’d been able to know them better in person, rather than just by reputation.

131. Beth said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 12:10 am

     I had to think about this for a while, there have been so many moments I would like to revisit. I think that I would choose to go back to the day my first daughter was born and I became a mother. It would be so nice to be able to re-experience the wonder of it all and to not be so paranoid about everything.

132. Hanna said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 1:20 am

     I would probably relive a day with my grandpa before he went blind. Either than or a day with my former best friend in 7th grade, before we had a falling out and never spoke again.

     Isn’t it funny how we always want what we can’t or shouldn’t have? I think that’s what makes like all the more bittersweet.

133. Theresa in Italy said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 3:10 am

     I’d like to relive the day that one of my cousins got married. After the reception, most of the family came back to our house. I don’t know how many of us were crammed into the living room, but my mom, my grandmother, and two aunts were on the couch (any time someone said, “Mom!” they swiveled their heads as one and answered in unison, “Yes?”) and the young folks ended up on the floor. We ate, drank, played parlor games (my grandmother turned out to be an ace at “Murder”) and talked talked talked. As I look back on it now, that was the last time we were all together in one room. And it was probably also the last time we could all sit comfortably on the floor!

134. Debi said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 3:40 am

     Growing up we always had a boat, Dad’s love, Mom’s – not so much. I loved being out on the boat especially at night and I remember one time when my Dad took only me out on a nighttime “cruise”. I don’t recall now why my Mom and brother weren’t there but I remember feeling so special and happy that night! I wish I could live that night all over again! (Especially since I lost my Dad in December and I miss him so much)

135. Frarochvia said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 6:44 am

     There was this incredible day in Budapest that I would relive…. and perhaps give in to more fully this time. Terribly romantic and passionate and as free as I get… simple shopping, holding hands, the subway, museums, funicular railways, roman ruins, shopping for a hat, a turkish bath afternoon, labyrinth wandering, dinner and wine at sunset, and walking to the hotel at midnight. Terribly wonderful, intangible, magical.

136. Victoria said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 7:54 am

     I think I’d go back to when I was 5 and just before my grandfather died. I adored him. He loved me unconditionally and I think I miss him with a deep sadness which has never left me, and I’m now 59. He had a stroke and was in the hospital for 3 days before he died. At that time, my parents believed that I wouldn’t understand what was going on, so they never talked to me about it. He just went away one day and never came back, and I never got to say goodbye or to tell him how much I loved him. So I think I’d go back to before he died and tell him how important he was to me and how much I had needed him. I’d tell him goodbye and hold his hand one more time.

137. Lisa said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 10:23 am

     I would go back to the day my grandma died. I would give her one last big hug and tell her how much I loved her.

138. Katherine said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 12:10 pm

     I’d like to have my just-born son in my arms again. (Not the labor & delivery, we can skip all that!) I’d sing Happy Birthday to You all over again.

     It’s funny, before I posted, I thought I’d scroll through some of the other comments, and I see I’m not the only one who’d like to hold her tiny newborn. My kids are bigger than I am now, but they’re still my kids! I am so blessed that even though they are grown, they still love me and want to stay connected.

139. gail said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 12:15 pm

     So many moments to relive–how does one choose from the first glimpse of your newborn’s scrunched up face, to leaving that child at first grade, and then at college??? I’d like to relive the hours I spent with my grandmother as she was dying. I was afraid to talk to her, even if she couldn’t acknowledge that she heard me. I sat with her during one night. I should have told her how much I appreciated spending time at her house every summer, eating her fresh baked bread and kolaches. I should have held her hand, prayed with her and sang to her. Instead, I sat in a chair across the room.

140. Lisa C in TN said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 1:29 pm

     Any of the Friday nights in college. My girl friends and I weren’t much of partiers. We would spend Fridays in our hallway playing games like pictionary or chinese checkers and share a few beers and a pizza. It was great girl time that I don’t get anymore. I hope my daughters have memories like that of good times with their friends.

141. Jeanie Townsend said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 3:44 pm

     I would go back to 1971, when i was in high school. Dad was still alive, and both grandmothers were too. I would live just one whole day with the extra effort to remember each and every second of it. Then when life takes those turns of up and down, like divorce, and the death of my baby, I would have that one whole precious loving day of memory to remember and live in so the down times didn’t hurt so bad.

142. Joan Callaway said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 5:48 pm

     There are many, but I think maybe I’d pick yesterday when my son and two grandchildren sang at the Davis High School Madrigal 40th anniversary concert at the new Mondavi Center to honor its founder, Dick Brunelle. Mark sang with the choir back in 1973-1977 and Connor and Chelsea (graduating seniors of two of my daughters) are in the current choir. (We went to Wales last summer with the choir when they competed and won Chamber Choir of the World at the Llongollen International Eisteddfod – what an experience that was. Would certainly repeat that experience, too!) Yesterday was special – the concert of some 250 voices from the past and present sang old and new favorites. Fun to visit at the reception and see how all those friends of Mark from back in the day have grown up…in their 50′s now.

     …and I’ll send you a picture of the three of them, as well as one of me knitting (or crocheting) when I was about 8…another time I wouldn’t mind repeating.)

     Joan

143. Amy said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 5:53 pm

     First of all, that is such an adorable photo!! : ) Second, I have been trying all weekend to decide what I was going to share. I think it would probably be the day my brother pitched his first no-hitter. I was so proud of him. And, it was such an exciting moment in the beginning of his baseball career. He was so happy… Things haven’t been as happy for him in recent months and I wish I could take him with me and that we could relive that moment together…

144. Nikki said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 6:15 pm

     I think the day I’d most like to re-visit is Christmas in the early 90′s. My grandfather hadn’t lost his mind yet to Alzheimer’s, my parents were still married, my sister was in from college with a friend of hers, and all four of my cousins had already been born. Granted, we all had “great” hairstyles, but if I could go back to that day, knowing it was the last Christmas we’d all be together, I would.

145. Jennifer said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 6:43 pm

     The one moment I’d like to relive is my tenth birthday (1991… I’m so old, I know!) It was the first time I was allowed to go into Tokyo with just my friends. We took the train, walked in the pouring rain, and went shopping at the department stores. I remember buying lots of cute pencils and stickers! We had hamburgers at a Wendy’s, and on the walk back to the train station got completely SOAKED by a passing truck! Whoo.. And in the evening, my grandmother came to visit, complete with a strawberry cake and fancy Barbie doll. Why can’t birthdays be that fun anymore?

146. Leah said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 6:53 pm

     I would relive a day when I was in the 4th grade. I would go on weekends to visit my grandma and grandpa (he has now passed away) My grandma taught me to knit and then bought me a knitting machine. On Saturday we would go visit Mrs Campell, a lady who once owned a yarn store, and sold my grandma the machine and gave me lessons. It was so much fun to learn to knit and great time with my grandparents and sweet Mrs Campell.

147. Monica said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 8:14 pm

     I would relive any time I had with my mom and my dad. I miss them. The birth of my children. The first ime my kids told me they loved me. My wedding day I can’t pick just one. There are so many i would love to relive

148. Lou said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 9:51 pm

     I’d definitely want to relive my wedding day because it went by SOOOOOO fast and I didn’t get a chance to say “hi, thanks for coming” to all of our guests. I’d especially like to go back to re-dance our first dance only this time my dress wouldn’t be too long in the back and I’d dance much more gracefully because I wouldn’t have to focus on not falling on my arse in front of my guests — instead, I could savor the moment with my husband, as it should be. (the seamstress at the bridal shop didn’t ask me to walk backwards in my dress and had I known better I would have insisted and I would have had her hem it high enough.) I wouldn;t change anything else — the weather was perfect and the night was magical — just too darn short!!

149. misseskwittys said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 9:54 pm

     This is such a toughie! There are so many, I would love to re-visit the times when the kids were small (yes, I agree that 3 is a wonderful, funny age!), travelling with my Gramma ‘Deen, hanging out with Grandpa while he flooded the rink in the winter, etc.
     But if I had to choose one, I would like to go back and do the canning with my Mom–we never really got to spend much time together due to living far away from one another, and we lost her to cancer almost 2 years age. Every year we would get together and put up hundreds of jars of pickles and peppers all in one weekend!! We would work, and clean, and chop, and laugh, and gab, catch up on each other’s lives, and just have such a great time–all the while accomplishing a rather amazing feat! One weekend we put up 125 quarts of peppers, 95 quarts of dill pickles, and 100 pints of salsa!
     This has been such a lovely thread Sheri, and I’ve had a good cry reading all these touching stories and remembrances.
     Watery Smiles, Karen

150. Shanidy said,

     May 28, 2007 @ 10:19 pm

     I would like to relive a moment from High school. I was asked to sing the national anthem in front of a very large crowd at the State Fairgrounds. My mother was sick and my father was working…I had to sing alone without my family. If I could do it over, I would stress to them how important the moment was for me…and I would make sure that they attended to support me. I missed having them there…and now, 10 years later, I realize how much they missed being there.

151. Iko said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 5:27 am

     Your question reminds me of one of my favorite films, “After Life”, directed by Koreeda Hirokazu. The film poses the same question to the characters, which is a mixture of fictional, scripted story and interviews of real people answering the question “What is the happiest moment/most significant memory in your life?” I shouldn’t say more about the film, because I encourage everyone to watch this quiet, beautiful film.

     Anyway, as for my own memories, I came to the US from the Philippines when I was four and a half. I never experienced snow until I came here. A few days after I arrived, we had one of the deepest snowfalls in record. I remember standing in the park next to our house, the snow piled higher than me, and big, fat flakes falling from the sky. The snow was almost warm, fluffy and really surreal. What I’ve seen in books and pictures could not compare. I miss that sense of awe and amazement. As an adult, I don’t get that feeling anymore and I remember those times fondly. I still love snow, but nothing compares to that first experience of it.

152. Lois Mitchell said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 6:10 am

     I would like to re-live any moment in which I was helping someone else. From time to time, I participate on mission trips with my church and by myself. I have one planned in June of this year. I spent an entire summer in Indiana and Michigan, working at children’s camps. I spent a week on an Indian reservation in New Mexico. I spent a week in northeastern Nevada working with kids. I’ve done sports camps, made and distributed food boxes, and generally just loved folks who are in need. That’s the best day ever!

153. Rossana said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 7:35 am

     I would love to re-live the two weeks in March 2007 I spent traveling to Hong Kong and Macau with my younger sister. As we get older, it seems more difficult to spend extended amounts of time with each other, so this recent trip was extra-special.

154. Robin said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 8:38 am

     There are lots of moments I would like to relive but I think I would go back to when the three kids were born and also a wonderful moment with my husband when we were first dating just standing in his living room. I think that is when I first realized he might love me.

155. Maartje said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 9:30 am

     I’d love to relive our wedding day, because everything went so quickly. Thinking back on it now, everything seems like a blur. Everyone tells us that it was one of their favorite weddings ever and I wish I had more memories of it.

     Another day I’d like to relive is the first weekend DH visited me in California. We dated long distance for 9 months, I was living in CA and he was here in Ohio. The first weekend he flew out to visit me after we met was just incredible. I knew this was it…

156. Vicki said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 9:48 am

     I would have to pick the births of my 2 children. It is hard to remember what it felt like to hold them for the first time and how much joy I had in giving birth to 2 beautiful and healthy babies. I also wish at times I could go back to days when they were both little and I could just play with them. They are both wonderful adults now and are still a joy to be with….

157. Emilie said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 11:12 am

     There are many days I wish I could live again. Some for sad reasons (the day I had to leave university mid-semester, so I could say goodbye properly), some for noble ones (the day I found out that they were picking on my little brother at school, so I could stick up for him), and some just because I think they need fixing (the day I got married, so that my youngest brother and sister could have been there, or the day of the kindergarten field trip where I first got my fear of bridges), but others just because I was so happy and everything seemed perfect and nothing bad or horrible that had happened or would happen mattered.

     I’m not the kind of person who finds it easy to move on from things and who can stop dwelling in the past just because she tells herself too, but I won’t pick days like those to talk about now. It really wouldn’t do any good. I wouldn’t be me if I could fix the sad things, the faults, or go back and make all my mistakes or oversights clean, and whole, and perfect. So I will pick a happy day.

     When I first thought of having to pick something I immediately thought of the sad days, the days I thought needed fixing, and when I tried to search for the days when I was happiest I had a hard time coming up with any. I don’t mean that I’m never happy, just that nothing stood out as so wonderful, so perfect, that I’d want to do it again just for its happiness alone. Even my wedding day, as I’ve just mentioned, wasn’t as happy as I had hoped. But I did think of two days I will tell both of them, but if I had to choose one, it would be the second.

     The first one was the day I first met my husband, Evil Andy. We met on the internet and started talking in September of 2002 and he flew out from England to visit me the week before Christmas in the same year. It was an amazing week. He proposed to me while we were at dinner that same week at the Space Needle restaurant. But the first day was the best. That first day was just so beautiful. A day of many special firsts for us. I was so nervous that maybe I wouldn’t like him as much in person as I did on the phone, or online, or that he would think the same. But when I saw him I knew what I’d known all along. I knew that he really was the man I was meant to marry. I knew that he was the person I’d been waiting for. That first kiss is the single best, most romantic kiss I’ve ever been kissed. I finally found out what it was like to be dizzy, and blind, and deaf, and completely and utterly isolated and alone in the whole world except for that one special person and the kiss. Fireworks. Magic. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.

     But the day that I would most like to live again, if I could, is a day that happened so long ago that it’s hazy. I can remember few details except that I was probably 5 or so and that it was Christmas or Boxing Day and we were home from visiting and it was dark outside. The Christmas tree was beaming from the corner and my mother was listening to her new tape of the original cast recording of Les Miserables. My younger brother and I were lying on the floor, inside our new red sleeping bags and shining our new Fisher Price flashlights around the room. I can’t remember much else. My younger sister must have been born by then. She must have been nearly two or three but I don’t remember her being there. All I remember was me, and my brother, and the music. This memory is so special for both me and my brother that even now we cry to hear that music and we love the music, the musical, and the book because of it. It’s my happiest memory. Back when things were simple and my family was happy and time passed slowly. It probably doesn’t sound like much but it’s so special to me.

     And now that I think of it that day is so special and that memory such a happy one, that if I had to live it again I doubt it could measure up to what I remember of it now. Maybe I’d even find that the day wasn’t very happy at all, and only the evening was very special. No. Even thought it was my happiest memory I wouldn’t live it again. I couldn’t. I think that would somehow make it less special, less cherished. Even if it turned out perfect I’m happier remembering it over and over than I think I would be living it again.

     No. If I had to choose I’d choose the day I first met my husband. A beautiful day.

     And such a long winded reply! Wow. You got me talking and remembering and the day has gone by and it’s time to leave work! Thanks for that!

158. Erin in Minnesota said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 11:20 am

     If I could live one day over I think it would be one of the normal ones, but a good normal one. If I could go back and find one day where nothing catastrophically bad happened; where I just got to be around people I love, maybe if I could go back far enough that my Mom could spend another day with her Dad (my Grandpa). That would be a day to relive.

159. Kristin said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 11:35 am

     Sheri – If I could choose one day to go back to it would be one summer evening when I was a teen, that the whole family was together, healthy and happy at our vacation home for a long weekend. We were all laying on the lawn having laughed ourselves silly – a bon fire crackling at our feet and it was just dusk and we were all staring up at the stars and fireflys. My silly big brother was telling the entire story of the movie Jaws and we were just – together. To this day if someone in the family gets long winded, you’ll hear someone start the theme song … “duh-dunt. duh-dunt, duhdunt,duhdunt.” We really crack ourselves up.

     That day was precious – we all remember it so fondly. Back then – you didn’t think of money, or taxes or war…we just listened to my brother and tell that story for three hours (he didn’t miss a detail. He’s a lawyer now).

160. Mrs. H said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 12:02 pm

     If I could relive one moment again, it would be the last time I took my youngest daughter to see my parents house before my grandma passed away. When Abigail was born, grandma came to the hospital to see her and we took a picture of them together. 3 months later we were all together at my parents home for the last time. We didn’t know that we would lose grandma soon after that. After she was gone we realized that the picture in the hospital was the only one ever taken of my grandma with my little girl. So if I could relive it, I’d choose that last time we were together. And I’d take pictures this time.

161. Lisa said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 1:16 pm

     Just about any day with my parents.
     My Mom died 27 years ago when I was 21 and my Dad passed away six years ago.
     They gave me the best gift parents can give a child – they loved each other and they loved me and I was very aware of both.

162. Janet said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 1:46 pm

     I would go back to last summer to our Alaska cruise and the day we spent in Glacier Bay sailing as near the glaciers as it was possible for that huge boat to get. I love the wide-open wildness of the ocean with mountain backdrops and clear blue water. It’s everything Houston’s not, and I ache to return.

163. Laura Y. said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 5:46 pm

     The first full weekend I spent with my (now) husband — we lived 2000 miles apart when we met each other and spent a year and a half in a long distance relationship before we were finally able to be together full time. That first weekend alone together was so full of magic that it’s hard to remember the details, so I’d love to relive it.

164. Venka said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 6:35 pm

     Technically, I have two, but one is a general theme.

     The first is when I was 8, when my parents and I went to Norway for the summer. We were visiting my paternal grandfather and my parents took off for the day with my Dad’s brother to visit other family. I had never had a whole day with Grandpa, and we had a great time. He’s was about 92 at that point, but still very active. He took his daily “constitutional”, which was about a 1 1/2 hour walk. We spent the morning hiking in the woods, picking fresh raspberries and wild onions. I learned a lot about my Grandpa that day and about my Dad when he was little. When we got back to the house, we got some new potatoes from the root cellar, and Grandpa made pan fired potatoes with the wild onions. We had the raspberries with fresh cream for dessert. That was my first experience with foraging for food, eating raspberries and pan fried potatoes, which are still two of my favorite things to eat.

     The other is spending time with my Dad. He passed away in 2002. We used to go to lunch together, just to catch up and talk about this, that and anything. Every Christmas we would have a shopping day together to pick out gifts for Mom. It wasn’t until after his death that I found out he always selected the gifts I was given. I always thought my Mom had done that, since I was her usual “shopping pal”. She said that he just knew what I would like most. I just wish I could have one more conversation with him. I really miss the sound of his voice.

165. Kay said,

     May 29, 2007 @ 8:54 pm

     I would go back to a fall weekend day in 2002 when my husband and I frequently went to a state park and hiked in the wilderness for hours. It was the most peaceful time of my life!

166. Karen Frisa said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 1:11 am

     Any happy day with Tim. And a day with the Cal Band. (I get two, right? Afterall, you have two kids! )

167. Ann said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 9:27 am

     I would love to go back to the day I graduated from high school. My parents were both alive then. We had lots of family there that day. I was so happy and excited that day. My parents – especially my dad who died one year later – were so proud. I have had several graduations since then – advanced degrees – but none of them have meant as much to me as that one.

168. Debi said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 9:30 am

     There are so many times that I have enjoyed in my life. My daughter got married almost four years ago and moved two hours away about two years ago. I would love to have her here all the time so we could get together for coffee and just be together without having to make a trip to see each other. She has become quite a good knitter and sometimes it is hard when we would like to share techniques together and we can’t. It’s hard to explain knitting over the phone! LOL!

169. Amanda said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 12:47 pm

     As much as I’d like to say I’d relive my wedding day over, that day would be second in line for me.

     The day I’d like to relive over is the last day I saw my grandmother before she died. It wasn’t particularly eventful, and certainly wasn’t a happy day. She was hospitalized after having broken her hip while standing up. My grandma, who was not yet 60, had survived various cancers for almost five years when this happened, despite having originally been given 5-6 months. I think I had begun to think she was invincible. So when she ended up in the hospital after breaking her hip, which had broken due to the cancer, I assumed I’d have another chance to see her since I didn’t think she would die. I remember visiting with her for about 20 minutes before she fell asleep. She was really out of it because of the drugs to ease the pain, but according to my grandpa and aunt, she was her most lucid when I visited. She had been waiting for years for me to get married (which was always funny to me, first, because I was only 27 when she died and second, because she was always urging me to follow my career aspirations), and I was finally engaged. I distinctly remember showing her my ring and seeing the broad smile on her face. We then had a piece of chocolate and she fell asleep. I left shortly after she fell asleep. She died a few weeks later and because I lived over eight hours away, I was unable to be there before she died.

     If I had that day to relive over again, I’m not sure what I’d do differently, but I know I’d make sure to tell her how much she’s meant to me.

170. Paula said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 1:34 pm

     I’d like to relive a day with my parents and grandmother. Not any particular day, but one with them all alive and vital. I was any only child and I was very lucky to have three wonderful adults in my life. I’d love to sit on the front porch swing with my grandmother and just talk. She was always my advocate and spoiled me with attention not stuff. She didn’t knit, but she started my love of handwork. I’d pay more attention to the family stories that I heard so many times. My mother is 91 and has Alzheimer’s. It would be nice to see her at her best instead of at her worst. My father died in 1990 and I’d love to hear some of his awful puns. Just an ordinary day, but knowing enough to appreciate it.

171. Nicole said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 2:26 pm

     My memories aren’t clear enough to choose a specific day, but I’d like to relive a day that we spent with my mom’s side of the family back when my great grandma was alive. I hear so many stories about her, and she was always fun to be around, but she died when I was young so I’ve forgotten a lot of things about her.

172. Maria said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 2:54 pm

     I would want to relive one day with my family – one day when we were all younger and all my siblings and I were still at home with my parents. Just an ordinary day where we were all happy and healthy and when the idea of growing up and not seeing each other every day seemed really far in the future.

173. Brenda said,

     May 30, 2007 @ 6:33 pm

     I would relive any day when I was a kid and my dad took me for a long motorcycle ride. We live in Iowa, and I loved the way the rows of corn plants in the fields were so straight that they looked like they had been parted with a comb.

174. Tracy H. said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 7:36 am

     I misunderstood this at first, until I read the comments I was thinking of a day I’d like to go back and warn myself about, when my little brother was born. I’d tell my kid self that it’s not the baby’s fault that mommy & daddy are fighting, and don’t take it out on your brother after they split up.

     Anyway, on to good things to re-live! I’d love to go back to a childhood weekend with my grandparents. Cooking up caramel popcorn balls from scratch with Grandpa, and Grandma letting me use her special milk bath that turned the water white and smelled like roses. I wonder what they’d think of me all grown up now, and wish they could get to know their great-grandchildren.

175. Bet said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 7:36 am

     I’d like to relive yesterday……. I was sitting on my sister’s front porch looking out on the Blue Ridge Mountains and watching the birdies go in and out of their birdhouses, smelling the lovely spring flowers. In fact, I think I’ll relive it today since I have a couple of days left in my vacation!

176. Deb said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 7:43 am

     I’d love to re-live our anniversary trip a couple of years ago when my husband and I visited the Grand Canyon and that area of the country for the first time. I loved seeing the grandeur and experiencing God’s creation in a different setting. The hot air balloon ride was tremendous! I’d love to re-live it all! Take me back there!

177. Patti in Maine said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 2:03 pm

     I know that it will seem like an obvious choice, but I’d like to re-live the day that my daughter was born. It is such a huge, momentous time, but there is so much going on that you really are caught up in the moment. I’d like to get back there and experience all the joy and relevance and awe that comes with bringing a new life into the world without all the worry and distraction that goes on at the same time. If I could go back, knowing that everything was fine with her and with me and that the discomfort is so minimal in the long-run, I think I could be more aware of the incredible moment that it really was.

178. Lee said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 2:33 pm

     If I had to relive one day, one moment in time, it would be my wedding day. I was way too nervous to really savor that special day. I would eat at my reception, talk with my love ones who are no longer here. I would stop and smell my flowers. I would be happier, and not so worried about all the little stuff that didn’t matter. I would be grateful to my parents who loved me so much, and paid for everything. I would love to relive the thrill of first love. I am still married to my hubby, and love him more today than I did on my wedding, that was over 27 years ago. I would have told the photographer we had enough pictures, because the best memories are in my heart.

179. elizabeth said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 4:44 pm

     Is it selfish to want to remember myself as a kid? I’d want to go back and “meet me” – I really have few memories of my early, early childhood. We’re all that way, right? Just checking.
     I think I’ve always been similar to how I am as an adult, but to see it would be interesting. I’d be most interested in me between the ages of 3-5.

180. Danee said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 8:53 pm

     i’m not one to say i wish i could do something over, but if i were in a coma, and i were thinking about all my favorite times i would be watching myslef play with my grandpa, and i would be remembering all the good times me and my fiance have/had together.

     If i could go back and fix one thing, i’d be watching what i spend better. i’d rather have money for things i really want, instead of guilt shopping.

181. Cathy-Cate said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 9:04 pm

     I think I’d like to revisit my wedding day — and just relax and enjoy every moment! I tried not to stress out at the time, but I think about the things I did angst over (like I wouldn’t let my husband wear his comfy cowboy boots with his tux, so he graciously submitted and wore the dress shoes that came with the tuxedo — patent leather that pinched his feet. Sorry, hon. Now I think the cowboy boots would be awesome!
     It was still fun, though.

     Thanks for the rhubarb recipe!
     (I typo’d thubarb — kinda like that word, I’ll have to figure out what it means!)

182. Madeline said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 9:15 pm

     Easy peezy. Walking across the golden gate bridge with my cousin and then just hiking around the hills and getting to the top. We just stared and stared at the view for ages. Then we hiked back down, went into an amazing restaurant and ate our hearts out. I adore most of my memories in San Francisco.

183. Cindy in Oregon said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 9:43 pm

     If I had to pick just one day to relive, it would be any day with my dad. Just me and him. Maybe go fishing, maybe putter in his workshop, definitely play some cribbage. And talk, talk, talk, about any and everything. I sure do miss him.

184. Janelle said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 9:54 pm

     I would relive the last time I saw my grandmother. It was right before my high school graduation. She began to feel ill on the walk to the field, so my dad went to take her back home. I was anxious to get in line and find my place and my friends, and scooted ahead without realizing that they were leaving. I left that night on a trip, and she died while I was gone. I wish so much that I could go back and tell her how much I looked up to her and how influential she was and still is in my life. She was an amazing, strong woman, and I left her without even a goodbye. Almost 20 years later, it still makes me sad.

185. Susie said,

     May 31, 2007 @ 10:36 pm

     I would love to re-live a day rock climbing, before I injured my wrist. Expecially if I could know what I know now. It would be a day in the New River Gorge in West Virginia, at Summersville Lake, surrounded by close and wonderful friends, doing something I absolutely loved. This lake has huge cliffs around it that you can climb up without a rope, and if you fall off, all you hit is clear cool water. It was a lovely day, with an entire summer of climbing stretched out in front of me… I would love to be right back there, doing it all over again.

186. Amanda said,

     June 1, 2007 @ 8:09 am

     I would love to relive the day my husband proposed. He was so funny – I KNEW he had the ring and I KNEW he wasn’t going to be able to wait. All day long (4th of July, 2002), I was wondering….is this it? Is this? The anticipation was just delicious. I was just giddy the whole day. He was, too. It was an unspoken game – the most fun one I’ve played, LOL. When he said “let’s take the Harley down to watch the fireworks,” I said, “yes, let’s…” And when he wanted to go for a ride afterwards, I also thought that was a wonderful idea. I knew. He proposed in the middle of a field, with fireworks in the distance, saying “You’ve always been my favorite passenger, and I want you to continue to be my passenger and partner in everything.”
     Our 4th anniversary was yesterday, and while my second choice would be to relive my wedding day, the day he proposed is my first choice!

187. Kris said,

     June 1, 2007 @ 12:28 pm

     There are two I can think of… the first being the day I met one of my best friends, on an airplane back from Phoenix to Florida. We had both been bumped off flights the day before and ended up on this one together, sweaty, unshowered, disgusting, but started talking in the terminal and on a lark I asked the person next to me to switch seats with him. We chattered the whole four-hour flight back and have been thick as thieves ever since. Talk about luck!

     The other being a day on my European travels last summer – I had met up with a neat group of Australian travellers in Croatia and the second day we were there, we hit up the market for fresh fruit, veggies, cheese, and bread, and spent the day at a totally isolated beach. No other people, no cell phones, nothing. As the sun set, gorgeous and red over the cliffs around this bay, they set up a makeshift cricket pitch with driftwood and a tennis ball and they taught me how to play. I’ve never in my life been so relaxed and happy as I was that day.

188. Emily said,

     June 1, 2007 @ 12:41 pm

     I guess I’d have a couple of choices.

     I could pick just a random Friday when I was still in college living with 2 good friends. Every Friday night we’d have nice dinners and lots of company over for good food and games and movies. I really miss seeing those people.

     Another choice would be the day Anna was born. I feel like it just flew by, and I didn’t really get to appreciate what was happening. Yes, I had an epidural, why do you ask?

189. Faith said,

     June 1, 2007 @ 1:39 pm

     I would go back to when my first baby was born. I was so exhausted that I somehow forgot to really cherish those first few months. i can’t even remember them very well; it was all through an exhausted haze. I wish that I knew then what I know now about time management (I get more done with three children now than I did with just the one!), among other things. Thankfully though it’s taught me to really *be* there for my other two in their first few days, weeks, months out of the womb.

190. Dawne said,

     June 2, 2007 @ 9:56 pm

     Eeeek Sheri – I think I’m a day late. We were out of town with no computer access!

     I’ll leave this comment/contest entry anyway but that’s okay if you can’t use it for the contest. If I could, I would re-live the day we were told thast our son (then 10 months old) was profoundly Deaf. Odd, that I would want to repeat such a startling moment. It’s just that now, 14 years later, I feel like I know so much more and feel much better equipped as a mom. I’d like a do-over of that day so I could handle it all with a little more grace:)

     Thanks Sheri – looking forward to some Bart & Louise Zen String next week.

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