Singing, the freedom in self expression and connecting to others. 

Ooh yes, also singing, in school assembly. I loved the freedom of singing and feeling of connection with singing in a group.

I was happiest when I was at my nan's house, because she gave me attention but wasn't trying to change me. She would cook me lovely food - anything I wanted (mainly chips and homemade cake), and she would show me crafting like crochet or sewing or just making things out of cardboard. She never ever raised her voice to me. I felt safe very around her. 

Going to a balett show in winter. Snow in the city and street lights in the old part of town. 

Exploring nature with other kids

School tour..Dunmore east..kayaking archery swimming..indoor soccer rock climbijg..just being around my friends..was epic 

Watching the science, discovery, history, and travel channels. I really enjoy learning new things. I loved seeing what/where we've come from and then seeing what/where we could be.

Playing volei with my sister at sunset

Playing in the snow, when I made that igloo.

Riding my bike.

Horseback riding in the woods.

Singing around the camp fire.

Vacationing in So. Cali at my uncles home.

Buying the stuff I liked and dressing up for school in September.

Seeing Santa.

Chocolate mint chip ice cream down the shore.

The smell of the ocean air.

Why? Because it was fun, made me feel joyful and happy to be alive.

Participating in painting large empty drums to be placed around our little town for litter.

Campaigning for McGovern.

Playing Halo with my best friend, and running up a hill during a moment and chapter called "Final Run", and being so happy just going on an epic sci-fi adventure. I remember feeling excitement and joy. I felt the nostalgia of that many years later and did a digital drawing of that scene to return to the sentiment.

Going camping with my grandparents, they focused on me and I really liked that and I remember the first time I prayed with them. We went through and said out loud who we loved and they named all our family members. I felt really special around them. 

Playing alone in my crib around 2ish.

Driving bycicle with other kids on the street in the summer, because of the beeing with others, getting to know others,

Gazing at the full moon. Because it made me feel a certain way very deeply, it felt magnetizing

Swimming, swinging, running, screaming, climbing, reading books from the library unattended, cause I enjoyed those activitys and they gave me a sense of freedom. (And empowerment)

beeing with my grandmother, because we where friends and I loved her and she also loved me

beeing at other peoples homes (because I felt more free and safer than at home and like I could actually breath)

That one time I was swimming in the midst of a giant lake and the sunset with huge with sparks of orange and pink, (I felt alive and held by source forever)

Spending time with animals.

Seeing and learning new things.

That one time I slept outside in the garden on a chair (because it gave me a sense of freedom and beeing held by source)

Being a shepherd and sitting with my grandmother under the ancient tree in the middle of green fields and wild beasts. Because life was so simple and beautiful back then and the connection with everything was so real.

The moments we were traveling all together and sharing so much with each other. 

When i would be digging holes. Anything that included dirt , im a capricorn and i dream of becoming so dense that i sink into the earth and let it fold up around me.

Two times

one where I was a kid and would go to my aunts house. She would give push pops. The kind that are wrapped in plastic. It was a bit like a toy.

another is my nana growing up. Some reasonable of happiness.

My childhood wasn't happy, but I was. 

I was happy in every possible moment regardless of beeing beaten up in 2  hours, or 2 hours ago. 

Ide like to regain this quality. 

The most happy I've been with my grandmother cause I felt a sense of belonging with her and I felt loved and appreciated with her.

The most happiest that I have felt in my childhood was during one of my birth days. I forgot on how old I was turning. Maybe, 5 or 6. When I received a simple plain white marble cake. No letters, no decorations on this cake. Vanilla batter. And middle layer whipped cream filling in between each layer. Something about that simple and plain white vanilla cake reminded me of fluffy clouds and heaven...it wasn't even about the attention. It wasn't even about the gifts or presents. It was about this single lit candle that sat upon this cake. That had the single number of how old I was turning...and when I paused to wish for something was when I felt happiest in my childhood...that moment of pause between the inhale and exhale of me blowing out the candle...the taste of that cake....I don't know...something about that moment...captured me.