What's your favorite memory?
Oh... hm... That's a tough one. Froggie coming in with the steel chair XD
Forgive me, I may have to go with a top 3 on this one in no particular order:
I was probably 12, 13, somewhere in there. My dad, step-mom and I were on a family vacation. Those, often weren't great, but we stopped somewhere, or maybe we'd made it to our destination, it's been too long.
This storm comes rolling in, and where we were, we could stand on the edge of this parking deck and see for miles out over the wide open plain. The wind's blowing, the rain hasn't quite made it to where we are, but there's lightning so active street lights are turning off because it's making it so bright.
It's just me and my dad. Watching this storm.
My dad's still here, but I've always felt like that memory will be where he goes when he's not. That perfect vantage point, that incredible storm, that one Perfect night in the middle of a craptastic family vacation with a shitty step-mom.
About, oh ten years now, I set up this Surprise Birthday party for my partner. Get all the friends sneaked into town, reservation's set, I mean, they know something's up, but not exactly what. Partner's not a big fan of their own birthday, but indulges me, cause I'm just glad they're here, yeah?
Anyway, this right bastard--this absolute ASSHOLE--has me come step out from the table during THEIR SURPRISE PARTY, and gets down on one knee and proposes.
I never saw it coming. I never expected it. They're... ah, it's a little depreciating to say, but gods they just deserve someone so much better than me. Someone perfect. Someone who can give them the sun and stars and moon and mountains and I can't.
But I'm really happy they picked me anyway. Puns and all ^_^ 🥰❤️
Not really a specific memory, but just realizing one day that after years of depression, of living out of my car at times, job hopping, in and out of shit all the time, all the times I thought both me and the world would be better off without me, and then one day I realize my being alive had done good things.
I've helped friends. Financially, emotionally. I've made a difference being here, and being alive. I spent YEARS convinced I would only ever be a leech and never ever EVER was I EVER going to be anything else.
I can't say exactly when, but there's was definitely a point where I just realized that it was quite a good thing that I made it through all the shit to get here. I was a helluva a burden for a lot of people for a long time, but even then I don't think I knew how much I was helping other people just by keepin' on.
But yeah, that moment, that's a big one.