Shooting.
Playing laserquest when I was a little kid, in the local woods. Running around like an under cover agent, trying to be quiet. Eight of my family. It was like a fairy forest.. sunshine and flowers everywhere. And there was I, a dark little shadow trying to shoot a family member.
I shot everyone, and won.
Oh, for the times when you were 8 and could run around in a forest without some kiddy fiddling fuck grabbing you.

Picking up an oxygen fire extinguisher at a friends house and letting it off. No pipe, just sheer force that whirled me off my feet and THREW me at the floor. Good times. I can still hear the laughter.

Being absolutely wankered out of my skull, lying in the road, with my best friend, with the both of us laughing too hard to get up. To this day, I don't know what we were laughing at.

Lying in a B&B in Cairns (Australia), woken up to tropical birds outside my window. Sitting on the balcony, watching said birds playing in the leaves, and helping myself to a big ol' breakfast that the B&B provided. Fully cooked. Perfection.

Realising you're hopelessly in love, and that nothing and no-one can stop you.

And, last but not least, the perfect poo.
( Pineapplez, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 13:50, Reply)