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I spend most of my childhood in hostel so for me a perfect day could a Sunday where we don’t bother about going to school just spending the a day has we want such as playing volleyball, watching movie etc
As a child – sitting in the back seat of our baby-blue ’62 Ford Galaxie convertible – wind in my hair – as my dad drove the family to Lake Michigan for swimming and a picnic at the beach.
Younger? As a child? A sunny day playing all day in the woods with neighbourhood friends. Closer to 20 or so, downhill skiing on a bright sunny day without a care in the world.
When there was a first. The first time laying in a field watching clouds come and go. The first time in snow. The first time in a non-English speaking country. The first wave and time at the beach. The first walk in a forest. So many firsts.
Being with friends. outdoors, riding bikes or hiking. Building or making something. Planning for an adventure.
Charlie, you sound like one of the kids in my neighbourhood. Many years later (probably about 50) we had a reunion of kids in the nieghbourhood. Key words are friends, outdoors and adventures.
Pat, I’m older than I look. The first seven years were in semi rural Illinois, with tons of kids. Tail end of the baby boom.
The next part was Berkeley CA.
Berkeley in the 70s was a different kind of adventure. I was a bit feral 😲
I’ve only lately realized why I’m a rule follower. I think It’s because I grew up with very few rules and had to police myself. 😁
Any day when I had the privilege of bringing joy into someone’s life with song.
I can’t remember that far back 🙂
It depends how far back you wanna go I’m 53 (will be 54 in March) so younger can be when I was a child and I guess I would hope for a snow day or looking forward to summer vacation, watching sat morning cartoons; in my early 20s I was a young mom so a perfect day would’ve probably been enjoying time with my kids and family vacations.
You remind me, Michele, of the Christmas eve when I got up over and over again to look out the window, hoping the snow flurries would turn into a white Christmas 😐 Thanks
One kind of perfect day would be my mom taking us to the library and getting to check out lots and lots of books, then going home to read. If it was in the summer we had a hammock I might lie in to read, or I put a blanket on the lawn. Bright green grass all around, leaves rustling in a light breeze, sunshine, blue sky, puffy clouds, the sound of my horse cropping the grass in the pasture with that tearing sound as he bit another mouthful..
I enjoyed taking my kids to the public library when they were young and picking books out once a week. Your reflection was a nice reminder of that. Thank you. 😊
When I did anything which pleased my Mother. She was a wonderful Mother and taught me much about laughter, courage, common sense, kindness, generosity and so very much more.
It was the 50’s and there were a million kids in the neighborhood. (Think of the movie Now and Then.) We had great freedom to explore and create our own adventures. As an introvert, I had no trouble finding a tree or a spot in the woods to take my book when I wanted my own space. In summer, we brought our lunch outside. Or sometimes went to a cottage for a week or so. When I was old enough for school, that, too was a gift to me. I loved learning … still do.
(In my head right now I am hearing Barbra Streisand’s “Memories” song …)
A great question … thank you.
It would be a school holiday day when I could stay in bed and read my books until I got hungry enough to go and get breakfast. Then I would go down to Rec and play on the swings, the seesaw and the roundabout with anyone else who was there. When my tummy told me it was luchtime I would go home (my tummy never failed to get the time right!) In the afternoon when my mum had finished the housework we would go for a long walk or get a bus into Bristol. Maybe go to the museum. Time spent with my mum was the best. We laughed and chatted so much. Then home for tea and watch TV until bedtime.
Can you imagine that this is such a hard question for me? When I was young, the Days of Rocky and Bullwinkle….I would pray each day that my father would not drink…that would then be a wonderful day, My Mom would be happy and smiling and there would be peace in our home…No yelling or cursing.. As the years passed…and my mother passed away…I found happiness living with my brother and his family.. Waking up to the sounds of my nieces and nephew- living with a happy family and living on an island. Going to the beach as a family…no fights, no drinking. I was in heaven. These days as I age; I am very Blessed with a good husband and a good life. Every day now is perfect. I am very grateful.
Your comments point out the inherent assumption in this question: that we all had perfect days we can and want to recall.
Thank you for sharing! I can truly relate to the not drinking days. What chaos! It affects me to this day at the age of 65. I imagine your peace living with your brother’s family, what a gift the laughter of children can be. Blessings to you and your family!
Thank You, Ana Maria…it is so nice when others understand! Thank you for your comment..and Blessings.
There was much turmoil if my childhood home but I do remember the joy of doing well in school, spending time in my bedroom teaching my dolls what I had learned in school that day, and watching shows like Father Knows Best, Donna Reed, and Leave it to Beaver.
Going to the beach, swimming. I used to love to swim. Playing outside kickball, riding my bike and climbing trees lol. Also I would say travelling with my family, we would rent a tent trailer and travel in the summer.
Climbing trees was a lot of fun!
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