Oh, c'mon. Don't start this on a low note! I'm trying a positive thread here, just for once. No overt sarcasm this time. I swear!

Novabreaker said:

when she said.....come with me! and I did.....

last nite.. ..

pippet said:

...
nope...not gonna say anything...not a word...nothing...

Novabreaker said:

The birth of my son Tim...

TheMadMonkey said:

- Vissiting the Golden Temple in Amritzar !
- My 7th birthday
- Falling in love...

when my daughter was released from the hospital

Haven't had many best moments of my life lately... And I can never rank and put things in order anyway. I'd feel bad for the other moments.

June 25th 1976..the day my sister was born.

When my Pops kicked me out of his house.

DOn't get me wrong, I was lost, confused, angry, scared, and cold.

But the events of that lead to the wonderful life I have now 10 years later in Florida.

And he's dead, so hah!

The birth of both of my children, and the day after my wedding.

AsianBoi777 said:

You still havent paid me for that.

DarkKnight1 said:

he's still is under the assumption Anxiety did that!

Seeing my niece born.

My first "proper" love.....when I was 9. That whole "period". Moment, I don't know?

I think knowing I was going to university. Strangely enough the best moments of my life never really sink in until much later. I think falling in love with someone and they like you back is also a great feeling. But to pinpoint it down to just one single thing, well, then I couldn't say.

2the9s said:

CO-SIGN

the best is an easy one , my first born marco !

then my second born , scot !

then my third , vikki !

then theres been lots of great moments ,....

goin to the moulin rouge in paris was magical like goin back 100 yrs in time !

lovesexy live in 88 (wow) !

visiting notre dame cathedral !

visiting the vatican city !

staring at vincent van goghs work,... totally mind blowing !

listening to joni mitchells album blue !

i could go on and on !!!

we'll stick with the birth of my 3 wonderful children !!! who are 19 , 17, and 15 respectively !!!

danielboon said:

oh f*ck wait a minute how could i forget meeting mick jones from the clash twice !! forget the children !!!

MEETING MICK JONES WAS THE GREATEST !

96' Victoria was born
01' Elijah was born
04' Solomon was born

And marrying my wonderful Husband

my little cousin who was six at the time saying goodbye to me at the station after spending a couple of days with her she held my hand so tight while we waited for the train and when it came she tugged at my arm and i knelt down beside her so she could whisper something in my ear and she whispered "i love you"
so sincere and unconditional
i doubt i'll ever get a moment like that again

If I don't count marrying my hubby and giving birth to my sons, I'd say realizing that I fell in love last winter and being loved in return with no expectations.

cammille said:

wait a minute i did get another moment like that!the gucci shoes.

cammille said:

great response !!!

I went to Brussells on my own to surprise somebody I'd gotten friendly with at another website. Unfortunately, they couldn't meet me.

So I went to an internet cafe and pleaded with any Belgians to come and meet me. One responded and told me that he could meet me the day after.

I spent all day Saturday on my own, but the Belgians were really, really friendly and I didn't feel lonely at all. I went to loads of bars and met loads of great people. Strangely, there were a lot of Canadians in Brussells and I'm unsure why.

I was staying in a hotel just off La Grande Place. I woke up Sunday and it was a gorgeous sunny day. It was weird to see cafe bars open at 09:00am and people drinking wine underneath parasols at that time in the morning. It felt so foreign and yet familiar. I went out to get a newspaper and waited for my "guide" to show up.

At about 11-ish, Bart turned up at the hotel forecourt. I had no idea what he looked like but I knew it was him straight away.

He took me to an indoor market, showed me cathedrals, took me to see the pissy statue thing and then we ended up at a street which was nothing but seafood restaurants. I think it was called Boucher Street. I can't remember. Anyway, it was weird because I'd never seen a street where every single building was a cafe - let alone a seafood cafe.

The sky was a beautiful azure blue, the seafood cafes stank of fish but I didn't mind. In fact I quite liked the stinkiness because it made me feel alive and real. I had this gorgeous mysterious man guiding me through the streets and I think that moment on that street was the last time I was truly genuinely glad to be alive. I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I was flying.

wow!that sounds so perfect