My husband proposing to me.
Standing up and shouting 'come on son...don't give up...keep going..' from the balcony of a swimming pool when he was last in a race and there was silence everywhere......
Needing a poo when we were out in the middle of nowhere as children and having to squat down in the corner of a cow field.
Sitting with friends and drinking lots of guinness and laughing one long afternoon in a cosy pub in London.
Going to Mass alone one time when I was young and single and unhappy....
Having a panic attack during our climb of Snowdon...we were almost at the top and I suddenly could'nt climb any further...I was suddenly terrified of movement and unable to stop shaking.....my beautiful son slowly helped me to relax, breathe and just move one foot in front of the other again.
Looking at a small beautiful painting in a gallery in LA and wondering about buying it....had just enough money left from our holiday spends.....decided against it and have regretted it ever since.
Walking to school.
Lying to a priest about why I was'nt in Mass the previous day.....and being chastised.
Looking at the mountains from the window of Milan airport and being really really tired but drawn to the beauty of the snow topped peaks.
Trying skiing...once...I was 17....I hated it.
A flaming sambuca drink in an underground London restaurant.
Losing my virginity.
Reading, reading, reading....to and with my daughter....so many books.....and the little girl in my 19 yr old beauty pointed to a poster in the book shop recently and said excitedly 'oh mum do you remember the tiger who came to tea?'....
I do remember...I do.