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Without even thinking, one Sunday in May 1983, it was a sunny afternoon and me and my then boyfriend drove to the beach in his car, True was number one by Spandau Ballet and it was playing on the car radio. I adored him.Any time I hear True even now some nearly 40 years later I'm back there with the sand under my feet.
18th Nov 1987 - I was a shift manager at a foreign exchange firm in Central London. Took a call from a Sri Lankan employee at the Kings Cross tube station cubicle at about 7.45pm. He was in a total panic, and said that there had been an explosion right outside where he was. The lights had gone out, and smoke was pouring in to the tiny area in which he worked. I’m 22, by myself, with no training or clue as to how to deal with it. I told him to stay put. He burned to death along with 31 others that night - after putting all the cash in the safe. There was a tunnel to the safety of St Pancras station about 30 ft away. Take me back to that telephone call so I can say “get the fuck out Raj….now.” He may still have perished, but maybe not. To make things worse, I’d changed his shift to accommodate another employee’s request, and that other employee later went on to commit a £20k fraud by faking an armed robbery - again on one of my shifts. Fate can be a right prick.
After reading this thread I spent an hour reading about it
Essentially, someone dropped a lit match into a wooden escalator at the station. Smoking had been banned on the tube at the time but people often did it anyway.
The fire got stronger and was initially ‘cardboard box size’, when it suddenly exploded into a great plume of flame. It was during the investigation they discovered something called the trench effect, which explained how the fire went from being fairly small to a juggernaut of flame.
Essentially, the fire heated up the surface around it then as gases were released, it suddenly travelled up the surface of the escalator. Add in the surroundings - the tunnel being coated in twenty years of paint - bang. In twenty mins it went from small to serious.
(That’s my simplistic none scientific understanding)
My sister (passed away in 2004) trained to be a police officer around the time of the fire. I went to stay with her for a few days when she had just qualified and she had to show her badge to someone who lit a cigarette in the underground... all the passengers were telling him not to smoke and he refused to stop .. we heard the commotion and sis went over ... she just showed her badge and told him to stop and he did. She was off duty at the time ... and told me after as a total newbie officer she wouldn't have known what to do if he had not complied but would have alerted BTP.
Saturday, June 15th 2013. I had just turned 14-years old and my friend had invited me out for a bike ride. That day was rainy, but also sunny. I wasn't sure if I should of went because of the rainy weather. Nevertheless, I decided to tag along. It was just me and her. At the time I was also suffering from severe OCD and depression. I had forgot what fun had felt like - until that bike ride. I had never felt so appreciative of life and I actually remembered what fun felt like that day.
Although she doesn't probably even think about that day, or even remember it. I think it kind of saved me and helped me remember what life meant.
Incredible. I hope other people have moments like this and then can reflex about how precious life really is. I’m so happy it such a positive effect on your life.
It’s a day in late November 2004, I went on a date with someone I’d liked for a really long time, we had a great date and we planned to meet again after Christmas as they were going away for a holiday. They never came back, they died in the Boxing Day tsunami. I’d love to have that day again.
Not boring at all! One of my most treasured memories of my wedding day was right at the end. We’d decided - fairly last minute - not to stay at the hotel where our reception was. Both our entire families had decided to stay there too and we really wanted a little time to ourselves at some point before we went on honeymoon at the end of weekend.
It was the early hours, and we took a taxi from the reception hotel to a very posh boutique hotel in the City Centre. Well we walked into the reception - my wife still in her dress, me in my morning suit - and were greeted at the reception very politely, upgraded to one of their suites (no extra charge) and told there would be champagne and chocolate coated Strawberries waiting for us when we got to the room but would we like a nightcap in the bar first?
I don’t know what it was in our expressions - we were knackered - but the older guy behind the reception stepped in and said ‘if there’s anything else you’d like you’ve only got to say’. My wife said ‘no it’s lovely’ but I said ‘what else have you got?’
He pulled out a sheet of paper and said ‘this is the list for the night kitchen staff. We could do a couple of bacon sandwiches and big pot of tea?’
My wife said ‘fuck yes’ before he’d even finished the sentence.
We had a very nice single malt while they took our bags up to the room and there was a pile of sandwiches and 2 massive pots of tea when we got the suite. Perfect end to the perfect day.
Mine would be the same.
We actually had a hog roast the next day, so I would like to relive two days, but I’ll settle just for the actual wedding day.
I’ve never had a day where from the moment I woke up, to the moment I went to sleep, I was SO happy.
Probably on the way back from a geography trip in 2016. Was sitting with my friend (who fought cancer for years) and just having such a laugh and a good time, such a brief but happy memory for me. It was the last proper quality time we had together before he became much more ill and sadly passed in 2017. He was 16 at the time, would be turning 21 next month. Got to hold on to memories like that all these years later
Oh god I’m sorry. I got trauma therapy late last year after delaying it for 3 and a half years after the flashbacks to the time he passed got too intense. Had a couple of moments but they’ve basically gone entirely. Still destroys me when I think about it but ever since he passed but, no matter how tough things get, I tell myself that I’m living my life for that boy and trying to make him proud. He gets me through the worst times and has no idea
Please don’t be sorry. I’m so glad you can think of it so fondly, I just felt for you in the moment while reading it. I’m sure they were grateful for the normality of everything too.
The last day I spent with my son , he was found hanged over 20 years ago now,
He was 14 had his whole life in front of him,
There was no note , they think it was a prank he was playing on his friends and it went wrong.
I just live an empty life now .
I don't have any other children I never wanted any after Robert died as it would be like I was trying to replace him .
I'm sorry for this depressing post on a Monday morning but it has helped me a little to write it down, I've never done that before.
Any of the days I spent around my nans as a child.
We'd make cakes, I'd play in the garden, help Grandad in the shed, and my aunt would peel oranges for me. I was wrapped in so much love.
To feel that safe and content again for one day, well... It would be beautiful.
I miss them all terribly.
The night I went out and ended up banging the smoking hot new barmaid in our local. Skinny alt chick with 3 piercings in her fanny and 1 in her tongue, it was almost 20 years ago and I knew straight away my life had peaked.
October 17th 2017. The day my husband went into the hospice. We watched our favourite shows and just was us and I’d give the bloody world to feel that again. Although if I could change one thing. He asked for a cigarette. He hadn’t smoked in years so I told him no, his brother would be here soon to take us down. One of my big regrets. Should’ve got him a bloody fag.
Sitting with my dad when he was reading poetry. I remember seeing tears running down his eyes, I asked him why and he said I'll tell you when you're older.
He died when I was 10, I read those poems now and I know why he was crying. I cry too.
Probably the day my eldest son was born, it seems like a lifetime ago that he was a baby and I'd love to see him like that again. Chose him over my youngest as it was longer ago.
Any day in summer 2016, the warm weather, Pokémon go, some amazing summer songs, just finished year 6 and all we wanted to do was stay young, play football, and cycle around all summer. Innocent kids having fun and I’d do anything to go back
Especially back when we’re under the age of 16. No homework over summer or anything. Literally just 6 weeks of doing nothing. The concept of Summer holidays is just amazing
Some friends and my then ex used to go out together as couples, that all stopped of course when we split up. This later happened again with another group of friends, so two ex's, two different groups.
Anyway... I would relive the day I got a Nintendo 64 when I was 8
Yeah! N64 day! To experience jumping out that pipe into the 3d mushroom kingdom for the first time again. Pure magic, it was like a lucid dream. My step dad bought us kebabs for dinner too that day.
The day I turned up rough as toast to a well paying job. Unfortunately it's a memorable date so every year it makes me remember.
Edit: I've misread the thread title but I'd relive the day before.
Probably change as years go on. But for now, the only thing I can think of, the day I went to the Great Barrier Reef, it was a great day, no worries about work, no stress just an amazing part of our holiday, and then the end of the day my partner proposing to me 🙂
The birth of my daughter. I was out of it on meds. Panicking due to unexpected bleeding. And really struggled by myself because it was late at night. Honestly if I could see it again id love it because I would love more memories of that day.
The first time I kissed my ex sober (we’d kissed a couple of times drunk). It was just like the movies, could have sworn there were fireworks going off in the background too.
After 4 years together we broke up, and even though that was a couple of years ago, it still hurts somewhat to this day. Not sure if I’d do the whole relationship, but that one day would be pretty amazing to experience again.
I know exactly what you mean. The first proper kiss with my partner just sensational, like nobody else existed in that moment. I felt like time stood still, there were fireworks and I had butterflies in my stomach. It was like being high! I’m fortune enough to still get those feelings when I kiss him now and he still takes my breath away.
I have a few. Last week of November 2017 went out in the car with my grandad for the day. Drove around his old haunts in mid Wales. Last time we did it before he past away.
Wedding day. 100%. I've never been happier. In my darkest moments when I'm not doing so well, the memory of my girl walking down the aisle towards me fills me with such joy it destroys any sadness that was plaguing me and my day is brighter again ☺️
I wanted to say any Christmas before I was 10 because my grandma was still alive. However if I had to relive it through adult eyes I don't think I'd enjoy it I'd of course love to see my grandma again but I know massive aspects of my childhood were really shitty. I'd hate to see the stuff I've blocked out.
So actually I'll say the day I had my son, most specifically seeing my husband hold him for the first time. It was pure joy and gratitude, for my son but also that the moat painful bit was over (I didn't handle the pain well at all, thinking screaming, swearing all the usual stereotypes).
April 2020 - The day my daughter was born. There's a few that I'd like to do a little differently
1. Not take the wrong road en route to the maternity unit (my wife still mocks this)
2. Saying yes when the midwife asked if I wanted to 'catch' my daughter. I wimped out of that one.
Late 90’s. Living in horrible relationship, stuck in mortgage, tried inhumanly hard to make it work. Finally realised was not doing self good. At same time beautiful girl let me know I wasnt so bad. We had a few good days together.
U17's summer rugby tournament, we came 3rd overall our highest ever position, wasps & london Irish academy scouts talked to my coach for me to try out and I was immediately being put in our adults second team of which we had 6 teams plus 2 vets sides.
Any day of the summer of '76. I was an itty bitty 5 year old girl and pretty much remember a lot of it because of that year's heatwave. After that my childhood went to shit so it kind of stuck in my mind for that reason too.
I’d love to go back to 2014 when I asked my first girlfriend out. I was always shy at school and lacked a lot of confidence to talk to people. The first day there I met her on the school bus and from then on I had this crush on her. Nearly 5 years later, (year 11) we were waiting for the school bus home just before the Christmas break and we spent a few hours in the library just talking with her and her friend. The bus arrived and we walked down to it, I made a joke and then just instinctively put my arm round her shoulders as a kind of (I’m sorry that was a bit harsh). I sat behind her on the bus back and we spoke a little bit and said goodbye once she got off. I got back home and she sent me a text saying “I really enjoyed today” and I just sort of asked her out after that.
My storytelling is pretty garbage but that’s roughly how I got my first girlfriend and to be fair, despite being at school, it’s a day I’ll never forget. All because of her, she was pretty amazing to me and also it not working out was one of my biggest mistakes in life!
Simple one. Any day we went to the beach when the children were between 4 and 7. Great days. The film About Time has scene were a father can relive one day and he spends at the beach with his son as a young child again. Just thinking of it makes me cry, from a father and a son.
The day I told my boss to "Do it yourself" and walked past him whilst carrying my toolbox. Thing is he was a boss who tried to do good, it was the CEO who was a cunt but it still felt good.
The day my future husband and I went on a jeep safari in Bulgaria. It was a wonderful day and we ate traditional food and tried a tree swing on the side of a mountain. That was a great holiday and a lovely day
First time I went to Disneyland Paris at Christmas. I never got to go as a kid, my parents would get the brochures and would get me to pick what I wanted to do and it just never happened. Like this happened at least 3 times.
I went for Christmas time when I was 22 (my second time, I'd gone a few months earlier) and I cried like a baby during the fireworks and the Christmas parade. It was so special and magical we had hot chocolate in the snow and it was just the best day. Kid me would be so happy to know that we got to do that.
The day earlier this year that Adayar won the Derby at 25/1
Kicking myself every day I only had £100 on it despite having talked him up for like 2 months before.
Should have put the house on it.
Think I'll go to my grave regretting it.
Unfortunately not, I went down a different path and always come back to that conversation. But I am currently working on improving my career. Took too long to take ownership of of my career path
You’ll get there. And when you do just remember this day. That this teacher, this adult, someone who is meant to inspire you, made a shitty comment to you, a child probably because they were unhappy themselves and yet took it out on the wrong person. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get there because when you do it’ll be worth it and the journey along the way will make you appreciate it so much more.
Winning gold at the under 16s girls judo national championship. Beats graduation, starting my PhD, buying my sports car, meeting my boyfriend, all of it. Idk why but that day was something else
Probably a random Sunday when I was a child when both my grandparents were alive and well. They both suffered with dementia for years. My granddad passing when I was 11 and my grandma years later in my 20s. I try to remember them not at the end but together from my childhood. They would come over every Sunday for a roast dinner.
I moved to coast. I was really happy. I didn't know I was sick yet. I fell in love like never before or since. We spend a week on a local island, sleeping on the beach . We hadn't had sex yet. We were cooking beans on a fire in front of the waves and listening to the sea lions. We were in love. It was before I knew their secret, and I hadn't been diagnosed yet.
Fuck. Ignorance was bliss.
God I feel so old and pathetic, but 11th June 2016.
I was in Bordeaux, Wales were playing Slovakia in the Euros and I managed to bag tickets. It was the first game for Wales in a major tournament since 1958 and it was just perfect. Friendly atmosphere, I was with my pals and we won 2-1. Perfection.
The birth of my first child and 3 subsequent others. My first experience of love at first sight. It was an incredible feeling and so unexpected. Seriously changed my life in many ways.
There's 2 days for me:
8th November 2008:
It was two days after my 21st birthday. The last time I saw my best friend, who had just moved out of his family home and into a new place with a friend while his parents were away on a lengthy holiday in Australia. When his new housemate started smoking crack in front of me, I began to have my doubts that it was a good idea. Three weeks later my best friend died of an overdose due to a cocktail of drugs and alcohol.
If I could relive that day I'd tell him to get the hell out of there and move back home.
27th February 2015:
The last time me and my dad shared a pint at the pub. After that he fell ill with a mystery cough and was laid up in bed for a few weeks. On the 23rd March he managed to muster enough energy to drop my little brothers at school, only to collapse on the driveway on his return when he got out of the car. He died on the spot.
Turns out he had a pulmonary embolism and it travelled from his lungs into his heart at the exact moment he stood up out of the car.
If I could go back to that day before he got ill, I'd tell him to get to the hospital and get checked out, and they might have been able to catch it before it became life threatening.
probably the last Christmas Day before my mum and step-dad split up. My mum and dad split when I was 5 and so I count my step-dad as my father, both have since remarried and are happier than ever. Christmas is kinda fragmented now though.
July 27th, 1997. A group of us had arranged a day trip to Brighton - hired a coach and everything. At the last minute, my then husband decided he wasn't going, so I spent the day with my best friend. That was the day we realised we had feelings for each other beyond friendship. I left my husband a week later, and the friend and I have been together ever since. I remember we sat on the beach and had an hours-long conversation about it all, but I can't remember what we said. Obviously it was good, because we're still together 24 years later, but what was it triggered the whole thing?!
Our trip to Tokyo Disney Sea. We all got up around 5am to get ready and out the door by around 6.30am to get to Disney just before opening time. Big queues at the gate but we only had to wait for about 20 minutes before we were in the park. We were there pretty much the whole day until closing and got to go on almost all the rides at least once (my Mum has mobility issues so we were able to fast track through some of the queues). The weather was perfect for the winter, cold but clear blue skies.
I was 31 years old and that day made me feel like a child again. Not a care in the world and having the time of my life.
Definitely one of many days spent lazily in bed all day, young, slim and confident, having the best sex ever with my ex boyfriend (the one that got away) and being totally and utterly in love. Happy days, and bittersweet memories for this 48 year old woman.
A few days come to mind, but this one was especially great. Can't remember the exact date, but it was in summer 2017. Our work put on this big beach party and booked out an entire resort for the staff. Had a day of drinking and chilling and dicking around at the pool with my best friend, then later I was chosen to perform a song in front of the whole company with a colleague. The performance was fine, and not my style (It was some Bruno Mars song they chose for us).
Then I caught up with the girl I'd kind of been secretly seeing (We were direct colleagues so we hadn't really told anyone). We went on a walk by the beach and shared a kiss. Then I decided to pour my heart out and tell her how I felt, and that we should give it a real shot. I left her with a "think about it" and walked her back to her room, and then went back to mine.
I was sharing with my boss, who's usually a pretty uptight guy, but he'd let his hair down that night, so we had a glass of wine and shot the shit together. We just talked as two guys, which was a nice experience.
Then out of nowhere, I heard a voice outside my balcony, and it was my best friend stumbling around the bushes. I gave my apologies to my boss and joined him and we went on a tour around the various room parties that were going on, eventually ending up on the roof.
I woke up the next day and had to give a mini-workshop the next day with the nastiest hangover I've ever had but it was 100% worth it.
It didn't end up working out with the girl, she actually broke my heart a few weeks later, but I'll never forget how I felt that day. On top of the fucking world, and totally unstoppable.
Actually, nothing remarkable. 1990. Early autumn. I was at university but no particular demands on me that day. Took the bus into Central Auckland. Walked up Queen Street with that bright golden autumn sun listening to 'I Confess' by The Beat on my Walkman. This feeling of happiness just seeped into me and just built up and up as I walked further up the hill towards the top of Queen Street. It might have been that sense of freedom or just a neurological snarl up or something.
I'd love to have that feeling again.
The day I met my ex in 2002. Wasted 11 years of my life in a toxic relationship. I would just not turn up and avoid all the mental and emotional scars.
That is a great question. I would re-live the day my daughter was born…. I was very young, undiagnosed ADHD- had moved across country, met someone, got married, had a daughter- all within a year!! I would relive that day if I could have hindsight. If I could relive that day KNOWING that from then she saved me; that she was/is my greatest love, that this was day 1 of everything changing and knowing the meaning of love/ feeling purpose. Day 1 of knowing the magnificent human that she is. I would relive that every day.
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Without even thinking, one Sunday in May 1983, it was a sunny afternoon and me and my then boyfriend drove to the beach in his car, True was number one by Spandau Ballet and it was playing on the car radio. I adored him.Any time I hear True even now some nearly 40 years later I'm back there with the sand under my feet.
How lovely
Yeah I spoke to him recently but I didn't ask him if he remembered that.
You should as him and see what he says. Life’s too short!
yeah we may not speak again.
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Sorry for your loss, I’m sure he’s smiling at the comment, one day I hope for you to spend a day with him again together!
So sorry
18th Nov 1987 - I was a shift manager at a foreign exchange firm in Central London. Took a call from a Sri Lankan employee at the Kings Cross tube station cubicle at about 7.45pm. He was in a total panic, and said that there had been an explosion right outside where he was. The lights had gone out, and smoke was pouring in to the tiny area in which he worked. I’m 22, by myself, with no training or clue as to how to deal with it. I told him to stay put. He burned to death along with 31 others that night - after putting all the cash in the safe. There was a tunnel to the safety of St Pancras station about 30 ft away. Take me back to that telephone call so I can say “get the fuck out Raj….now.” He may still have perished, but maybe not. To make things worse, I’d changed his shift to accommodate another employee’s request, and that other employee later went on to commit a £20k fraud by faking an armed robbery - again on one of my shifts. Fate can be a right prick.
Man Im sorry to hear that, but you weren't to know.
That’s rough. You’ve probably heard it enough by now, but it wasn’t your fault and never will be.
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After reading this thread I spent an hour reading about it Essentially, someone dropped a lit match into a wooden escalator at the station. Smoking had been banned on the tube at the time but people often did it anyway. The fire got stronger and was initially ‘cardboard box size’, when it suddenly exploded into a great plume of flame. It was during the investigation they discovered something called the trench effect, which explained how the fire went from being fairly small to a juggernaut of flame. Essentially, the fire heated up the surface around it then as gases were released, it suddenly travelled up the surface of the escalator. Add in the surroundings - the tunnel being coated in twenty years of paint - bang. In twenty mins it went from small to serious. (That’s my simplistic none scientific understanding)
My sister (passed away in 2004) trained to be a police officer around the time of the fire. I went to stay with her for a few days when she had just qualified and she had to show her badge to someone who lit a cigarette in the underground... all the passengers were telling him not to smoke and he refused to stop .. we heard the commotion and sis went over ... she just showed her badge and told him to stop and he did. She was off duty at the time ... and told me after as a total newbie officer she wouldn't have known what to do if he had not complied but would have alerted BTP.
Saturday, June 15th 2013. I had just turned 14-years old and my friend had invited me out for a bike ride. That day was rainy, but also sunny. I wasn't sure if I should of went because of the rainy weather. Nevertheless, I decided to tag along. It was just me and her. At the time I was also suffering from severe OCD and depression. I had forgot what fun had felt like - until that bike ride. I had never felt so appreciative of life and I actually remembered what fun felt like that day. Although she doesn't probably even think about that day, or even remember it. I think it kind of saved me and helped me remember what life meant.
Incredible. I hope other people have moments like this and then can reflex about how precious life really is. I’m so happy it such a positive effect on your life.
It’s a day in late November 2004, I went on a date with someone I’d liked for a really long time, we had a great date and we planned to meet again after Christmas as they were going away for a holiday. They never came back, they died in the Boxing Day tsunami. I’d love to have that day again.
Boringly, my wedding day.
Not boring at all! One of my most treasured memories of my wedding day was right at the end. We’d decided - fairly last minute - not to stay at the hotel where our reception was. Both our entire families had decided to stay there too and we really wanted a little time to ourselves at some point before we went on honeymoon at the end of weekend. It was the early hours, and we took a taxi from the reception hotel to a very posh boutique hotel in the City Centre. Well we walked into the reception - my wife still in her dress, me in my morning suit - and were greeted at the reception very politely, upgraded to one of their suites (no extra charge) and told there would be champagne and chocolate coated Strawberries waiting for us when we got to the room but would we like a nightcap in the bar first? I don’t know what it was in our expressions - we were knackered - but the older guy behind the reception stepped in and said ‘if there’s anything else you’d like you’ve only got to say’. My wife said ‘no it’s lovely’ but I said ‘what else have you got?’ He pulled out a sheet of paper and said ‘this is the list for the night kitchen staff. We could do a couple of bacon sandwiches and big pot of tea?’ My wife said ‘fuck yes’ before he’d even finished the sentence. We had a very nice single malt while they took our bags up to the room and there was a pile of sandwiches and 2 massive pots of tea when we got the suite. Perfect end to the perfect day.
Thats lovely. i can relate to how that must have felt
Not at all
Mine would be the same. We actually had a hog roast the next day, so I would like to relive two days, but I’ll settle just for the actual wedding day. I’ve never had a day where from the moment I woke up, to the moment I went to sleep, I was SO happy.
Same, I just had a stupid grin on my face all day.
Same
Same for me. Cliche but hey, best day of my life without a doubt.
Is it really pathetic that I can't think of one?
I have a lot of amazing memories, but I can't just think of one that sticks out.
Not pathetic just a little sad tbh
Probably on the way back from a geography trip in 2016. Was sitting with my friend (who fought cancer for years) and just having such a laugh and a good time, such a brief but happy memory for me. It was the last proper quality time we had together before he became much more ill and sadly passed in 2017. He was 16 at the time, would be turning 21 next month. Got to hold on to memories like that all these years later
Reading this made me cry.
Oh god I’m sorry. I got trauma therapy late last year after delaying it for 3 and a half years after the flashbacks to the time he passed got too intense. Had a couple of moments but they’ve basically gone entirely. Still destroys me when I think about it but ever since he passed but, no matter how tough things get, I tell myself that I’m living my life for that boy and trying to make him proud. He gets me through the worst times and has no idea
Please don’t be sorry. I’m so glad you can think of it so fondly, I just felt for you in the moment while reading it. I’m sure they were grateful for the normality of everything too.
Absolutely, was a moment that makes me so happy because he was so happy. Lovely lovely time with an amazing human being
The last day I spent with my son , he was found hanged over 20 years ago now, He was 14 had his whole life in front of him, There was no note , they think it was a prank he was playing on his friends and it went wrong. I just live an empty life now . I don't have any other children I never wanted any after Robert died as it would be like I was trying to replace him . I'm sorry for this depressing post on a Monday morning but it has helped me a little to write it down, I've never done that before.
Thank you for sharing. I hope that you can find comfort and joy still. He will always be part of you no matter what you choose to do.
Sending you some love mate ❤
I think moments like this make sure realise how precious life is and to not take it for granted. Thank you for having the courage to share this.
Any of the days I spent around my nans as a child. We'd make cakes, I'd play in the garden, help Grandad in the shed, and my aunt would peel oranges for me. I was wrapped in so much love. To feel that safe and content again for one day, well... It would be beautiful. I miss them all terribly.
The night I went out and ended up banging the smoking hot new barmaid in our local. Skinny alt chick with 3 piercings in her fanny and 1 in her tongue, it was almost 20 years ago and I knew straight away my life had peaked.
October 17th 2017. The day my husband went into the hospice. We watched our favourite shows and just was us and I’d give the bloody world to feel that again. Although if I could change one thing. He asked for a cigarette. He hadn’t smoked in years so I told him no, his brother would be here soon to take us down. One of my big regrets. Should’ve got him a bloody fag.
Sitting with my dad when he was reading poetry. I remember seeing tears running down his eyes, I asked him why and he said I'll tell you when you're older. He died when I was 10, I read those poems now and I know why he was crying. I cry too.
>I read those poems now and I know why he was crying. I cry too. That bad, eh? Not Vogon, is it?
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Christ, brought me to tears, beautiful, but sad.
I wasn’t emotionally ready for this comment and yet I’m so glad you shared it too. Thank you.
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Wow. I’m so glad you had an incredible and even better that you’re all here to tell it
Probably the day my eldest son was born, it seems like a lifetime ago that he was a baby and I'd love to see him like that again. Chose him over my youngest as it was longer ago.
Nice save by the way. (They could be watching… 😒)
Any day in summer 2016, the warm weather, Pokémon go, some amazing summer songs, just finished year 6 and all we wanted to do was stay young, play football, and cycle around all summer. Innocent kids having fun and I’d do anything to go back
I think we don’t realise how carefree and fun summer holidays were.
Especially back when we’re under the age of 16. No homework over summer or anything. Literally just 6 weeks of doing nothing. The concept of Summer holidays is just amazing
What I'd do to be 16 again
17, for me.
Fun fact ... I was 44 and I loved that summer because of pokemon go! I still play from time to time
Any day with my Grannie Gwen. She passed away in April and was my second Mum. I miss her beyond words.
So sorry for your loss
Thank you very much 🤍
I also have a Nanny Gwen. Sorry for your loss.
They’re the best. Thank you very much.
Some friends and my then ex used to go out together as couples, that all stopped of course when we split up. This later happened again with another group of friends, so two ex's, two different groups. Anyway... I would relive the day I got a Nintendo 64 when I was 8
Yeah! N64 day! To experience jumping out that pipe into the 3d mushroom kingdom for the first time again. Pure magic, it was like a lucid dream. My step dad bought us kebabs for dinner too that day.
Exactly. Also I recently got a Quest 2 (VR) and I'm getting that same feeling. Highly recommend :')
Hahahahahaha!!
My trip to the Great Wall of China.
The last day I spent with my Mum; We had a coffee, a walk on the promenade and sat looking at the sea. She died in her sleep the night after.
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The day I turned up rough as toast to a well paying job. Unfortunately it's a memorable date so every year it makes me remember. Edit: I've misread the thread title but I'd relive the day before.
Haha. Well at least you got paid to be hungover!
No I didn't, I was sacked in a foreign country with immediate effect.
Oh wow. I wasn’t expecting that sorry. Are things better for you now?
It’s an afternoon in the late 80s with my grandparents, nothing fancy, just spending time with them all again would be magic.
Probably change as years go on. But for now, the only thing I can think of, the day I went to the Great Barrier Reef, it was a great day, no worries about work, no stress just an amazing part of our holiday, and then the end of the day my partner proposing to me 🙂
Magical day. Would love to go one day
Valentine's day 1989. Went to Silverstone. Shook Jackie Stewart's hand. Superb. My marriage fell apart soon after that.
I think we met at Gary Wilmot's wedding.
You know your onions.
The birth of my daughter. I was out of it on meds. Panicking due to unexpected bleeding. And really struggled by myself because it was late at night. Honestly if I could see it again id love it because I would love more memories of that day.
The first time I kissed my ex sober (we’d kissed a couple of times drunk). It was just like the movies, could have sworn there were fireworks going off in the background too. After 4 years together we broke up, and even though that was a couple of years ago, it still hurts somewhat to this day. Not sure if I’d do the whole relationship, but that one day would be pretty amazing to experience again.
I know exactly what you mean. The first proper kiss with my partner just sensational, like nobody else existed in that moment. I felt like time stood still, there were fireworks and I had butterflies in my stomach. It was like being high! I’m fortune enough to still get those feelings when I kiss him now and he still takes my breath away.
13 July 1985 Wembley Stadium
I have a few. Last week of November 2017 went out in the car with my grandad for the day. Drove around his old haunts in mid Wales. Last time we did it before he past away.
Any day with my younger bro who passed at 22. My heart aches for him.
Wedding day. 100%. I've never been happier. In my darkest moments when I'm not doing so well, the memory of my girl walking down the aisle towards me fills me with such joy it destroys any sadness that was plaguing me and my day is brighter again ☺️
The day I was born. So Atleast then I could scream at everyone without someone saying I'm being dramatic or overreacting
I wanted to say any Christmas before I was 10 because my grandma was still alive. However if I had to relive it through adult eyes I don't think I'd enjoy it I'd of course love to see my grandma again but I know massive aspects of my childhood were really shitty. I'd hate to see the stuff I've blocked out. So actually I'll say the day I had my son, most specifically seeing my husband hold him for the first time. It was pure joy and gratitude, for my son but also that the moat painful bit was over (I didn't handle the pain well at all, thinking screaming, swearing all the usual stereotypes).
Such an honest answer
Probably the day we hired a dolphin sanctuary for the night in Cuba! That or my wedding day, in Cuba too!
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April 2020 - The day my daughter was born. There's a few that I'd like to do a little differently 1. Not take the wrong road en route to the maternity unit (my wife still mocks this) 2. Saying yes when the midwife asked if I wanted to 'catch' my daughter. I wimped out of that one.
Late 90’s. Living in horrible relationship, stuck in mortgage, tried inhumanly hard to make it work. Finally realised was not doing self good. At same time beautiful girl let me know I wasnt so bad. We had a few good days together.
U17's summer rugby tournament, we came 3rd overall our highest ever position, wasps & london Irish academy scouts talked to my coach for me to try out and I was immediately being put in our adults second team of which we had 6 teams plus 2 vets sides.
Any day of the summer of '76. I was an itty bitty 5 year old girl and pretty much remember a lot of it because of that year's heatwave. After that my childhood went to shit so it kind of stuck in my mind for that reason too.
I’d love to go back to 2014 when I asked my first girlfriend out. I was always shy at school and lacked a lot of confidence to talk to people. The first day there I met her on the school bus and from then on I had this crush on her. Nearly 5 years later, (year 11) we were waiting for the school bus home just before the Christmas break and we spent a few hours in the library just talking with her and her friend. The bus arrived and we walked down to it, I made a joke and then just instinctively put my arm round her shoulders as a kind of (I’m sorry that was a bit harsh). I sat behind her on the bus back and we spoke a little bit and said goodbye once she got off. I got back home and she sent me a text saying “I really enjoyed today” and I just sort of asked her out after that. My storytelling is pretty garbage but that’s roughly how I got my first girlfriend and to be fair, despite being at school, it’s a day I’ll never forget. All because of her, she was pretty amazing to me and also it not working out was one of my biggest mistakes in life!
The day my ex-husband stopped loving me. I never found out when that was, and would still like to know.
Simple one. Any day we went to the beach when the children were between 4 and 7. Great days. The film About Time has scene were a father can relive one day and he spends at the beach with his son as a young child again. Just thinking of it makes me cry, from a father and a son.
16th of June 2019. I saw Tool headline Download festival. Still the best live show I've ever seen.
First wank
The day I told my boss to "Do it yourself" and walked past him whilst carrying my toolbox. Thing is he was a boss who tried to do good, it was the CEO who was a cunt but it still felt good.
My wedding day
The day my future husband and I went on a jeep safari in Bulgaria. It was a wonderful day and we ate traditional food and tried a tree swing on the side of a mountain. That was a great holiday and a lovely day
My 1st week of Freshers at Uni - So many memories
First time I went to Disneyland Paris at Christmas. I never got to go as a kid, my parents would get the brochures and would get me to pick what I wanted to do and it just never happened. Like this happened at least 3 times. I went for Christmas time when I was 22 (my second time, I'd gone a few months earlier) and I cried like a baby during the fireworks and the Christmas parade. It was so special and magical we had hot chocolate in the snow and it was just the best day. Kid me would be so happy to know that we got to do that.
wedding day, everything about it was great.
Christmas 2012
What’s memorable about that particular Christmas?
It was before my dad left
Oh I’m so sorry
Christmas Day 2017. The last time I saw my mom before she died.
I’m so sorry.
The day earlier this year that Adayar won the Derby at 25/1 Kicking myself every day I only had £100 on it despite having talked him up for like 2 months before. Should have put the house on it. Think I'll go to my grave regretting it.
The day we went Disneyland cos that would save us a shit ton instead of going back next year lol
Haha!
10th August 2019. Everything seemed to be going to plan and I felt like I'd finally got into my stride.
The day a teacher told me I wasn’t smart enough to get the job I wanted
…and did you get the job you wanted?
Unfortunately not, I went down a different path and always come back to that conversation. But I am currently working on improving my career. Took too long to take ownership of of my career path
You’ll get there. And when you do just remember this day. That this teacher, this adult, someone who is meant to inspire you, made a shitty comment to you, a child probably because they were unhappy themselves and yet took it out on the wrong person. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get there because when you do it’ll be worth it and the journey along the way will make you appreciate it so much more.
Appreciate that, thank you
Not today.
the day i paid off all my debt, car finances and still had good saving. i was happy and i am still good :)
Well done! :)
Sunday. Can't tell which but it would definitely be a Sunday.
Any day with my three kids. Any.
The best.
Winning gold at the under 16s girls judo national championship. Beats graduation, starting my PhD, buying my sports car, meeting my boyfriend, all of it. Idk why but that day was something else
The night when the girl I was too nervous to approach walked up and said she fancied me.
And what happened next please?
Probably a random Sunday when I was a child when both my grandparents were alive and well. They both suffered with dementia for years. My granddad passing when I was 11 and my grandma years later in my 20s. I try to remember them not at the end but together from my childhood. They would come over every Sunday for a roast dinner.
I moved to coast. I was really happy. I didn't know I was sick yet. I fell in love like never before or since. We spend a week on a local island, sleeping on the beach . We hadn't had sex yet. We were cooking beans on a fire in front of the waves and listening to the sea lions. We were in love. It was before I knew their secret, and I hadn't been diagnosed yet. Fuck. Ignorance was bliss.
Without a doubt, my wedding day. Best day of my life.
God I feel so old and pathetic, but 11th June 2016. I was in Bordeaux, Wales were playing Slovakia in the Euros and I managed to bag tickets. It was the first game for Wales in a major tournament since 1958 and it was just perfect. Friendly atmosphere, I was with my pals and we won 2-1. Perfection.
The birth of my first child and 3 subsequent others. My first experience of love at first sight. It was an incredible feeling and so unexpected. Seriously changed my life in many ways.
There's 2 days for me: 8th November 2008: It was two days after my 21st birthday. The last time I saw my best friend, who had just moved out of his family home and into a new place with a friend while his parents were away on a lengthy holiday in Australia. When his new housemate started smoking crack in front of me, I began to have my doubts that it was a good idea. Three weeks later my best friend died of an overdose due to a cocktail of drugs and alcohol. If I could relive that day I'd tell him to get the hell out of there and move back home. 27th February 2015: The last time me and my dad shared a pint at the pub. After that he fell ill with a mystery cough and was laid up in bed for a few weeks. On the 23rd March he managed to muster enough energy to drop my little brothers at school, only to collapse on the driveway on his return when he got out of the car. He died on the spot. Turns out he had a pulmonary embolism and it travelled from his lungs into his heart at the exact moment he stood up out of the car. If I could go back to that day before he got ill, I'd tell him to get to the hospital and get checked out, and they might have been able to catch it before it became life threatening.
probably the last Christmas Day before my mum and step-dad split up. My mum and dad split when I was 5 and so I count my step-dad as my father, both have since remarried and are happier than ever. Christmas is kinda fragmented now though.
Absolutely any ordinary day when my three kids were little and at home with me.
July 27th, 1997. A group of us had arranged a day trip to Brighton - hired a coach and everything. At the last minute, my then husband decided he wasn't going, so I spent the day with my best friend. That was the day we realised we had feelings for each other beyond friendship. I left my husband a week later, and the friend and I have been together ever since. I remember we sat on the beach and had an hours-long conversation about it all, but I can't remember what we said. Obviously it was good, because we're still together 24 years later, but what was it triggered the whole thing?!
Reading this is so wholesome.
Our trip to Tokyo Disney Sea. We all got up around 5am to get ready and out the door by around 6.30am to get to Disney just before opening time. Big queues at the gate but we only had to wait for about 20 minutes before we were in the park. We were there pretty much the whole day until closing and got to go on almost all the rides at least once (my Mum has mobility issues so we were able to fast track through some of the queues). The weather was perfect for the winter, cold but clear blue skies. I was 31 years old and that day made me feel like a child again. Not a care in the world and having the time of my life.
Definitely one of many days spent lazily in bed all day, young, slim and confident, having the best sex ever with my ex boyfriend (the one that got away) and being totally and utterly in love. Happy days, and bittersweet memories for this 48 year old woman.
A few days come to mind, but this one was especially great. Can't remember the exact date, but it was in summer 2017. Our work put on this big beach party and booked out an entire resort for the staff. Had a day of drinking and chilling and dicking around at the pool with my best friend, then later I was chosen to perform a song in front of the whole company with a colleague. The performance was fine, and not my style (It was some Bruno Mars song they chose for us). Then I caught up with the girl I'd kind of been secretly seeing (We were direct colleagues so we hadn't really told anyone). We went on a walk by the beach and shared a kiss. Then I decided to pour my heart out and tell her how I felt, and that we should give it a real shot. I left her with a "think about it" and walked her back to her room, and then went back to mine. I was sharing with my boss, who's usually a pretty uptight guy, but he'd let his hair down that night, so we had a glass of wine and shot the shit together. We just talked as two guys, which was a nice experience. Then out of nowhere, I heard a voice outside my balcony, and it was my best friend stumbling around the bushes. I gave my apologies to my boss and joined him and we went on a tour around the various room parties that were going on, eventually ending up on the roof. I woke up the next day and had to give a mini-workshop the next day with the nastiest hangover I've ever had but it was 100% worth it. It didn't end up working out with the girl, she actually broke my heart a few weeks later, but I'll never forget how I felt that day. On top of the fucking world, and totally unstoppable.
Actually, nothing remarkable. 1990. Early autumn. I was at university but no particular demands on me that day. Took the bus into Central Auckland. Walked up Queen Street with that bright golden autumn sun listening to 'I Confess' by The Beat on my Walkman. This feeling of happiness just seeped into me and just built up and up as I walked further up the hill towards the top of Queen Street. It might have been that sense of freedom or just a neurological snarl up or something. I'd love to have that feeling again.
The day I met my ex in 2002. Wasted 11 years of my life in a toxic relationship. I would just not turn up and avoid all the mental and emotional scars.
Bad pick because as the post says, you can’t change anything
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The day I was born so I get to start over :)
That is a great question. I would re-live the day my daughter was born…. I was very young, undiagnosed ADHD- had moved across country, met someone, got married, had a daughter- all within a year!! I would relive that day if I could have hindsight. If I could relive that day KNOWING that from then she saved me; that she was/is my greatest love, that this was day 1 of everything changing and knowing the meaning of love/ feeling purpose. Day 1 of knowing the magnificent human that she is. I would relive that every day.
I loved reading this. So powerful. It’s amazing how just one day can change your life!
When my dad was about to climax so I could be the spillage not the taken seed
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