Those were the days

none really, maybe a little more time with my mom would be nice but i guess that would be experiencing her life not mine....... i would like to spend time with her now. oh well!

Just being a kid and having mindless fun.

Its easy to say now - looking back that my school days - well secondary school days - were wonderful.
They were emotionally traumatic what with all those hormones and self-discovery and the belief that my parents didn't love me because my Mum wouldn't let me go to the pictures one night with my other mates.

But the simplicity and bonding that took place on 'The Wall' outside of the Navy Club with my four friends were joyous and special and I will never forget them. We were there every night. It was our patch. And we sometimes laughed until we cried and shared until we really did cry.

I'm not sure if I would like to experience any "era" again...

Last summers trip. (not really an era I know, but its all I can think of)

Sixth form at school

My trip to Australia

I don't! I'm happiest now and I look forward to the future, not the past.

None. I'm enjoying experiencing this era of my life.

Young childhood (Elementary school)

One of the eras when a whole new fad was starting (that I found I liked once I got turned on to it) and things were exciting and different again. These days it seems like everything has been done before. For example, in the early days of personal computers; the early days of the Haight-Ashbury "hippie" era, and all the other big cities that had the "be-ins" and "love-ins."

Childhood

Pre-exams!!! The time from being born to being 14 when I had no external exams that were assessing me. The I hit 14 and have 2 years of GCSEs followed by 2 years of A-levels!

Gosh, I would be choosing between varying degrees of misery. Right now, I wish I could go back to when I was 10, because that was a sunny spot, and soon after that, I would have an opportunity to warn my mother that the man she was seeing was a child molester and not to be trusted, and maybe avoid all the unnecessary ruination of my life that came after.

I do. At the moment I'm working on my highschool punk rock scene (ok, so the crowd is bit older this time). Who knows, maybe I'll join a band soon.

Sorry to sound so glum, but my husband is having a personal crisis, and he has to figure out how he really feels about EVERYTHING, including me, and I am not coping well with no intimacy, no smiles, no hugs, no reassurance whatsoever while he explores his anger toward me, and I must calmly wait for the verdict on whether my whole life was built on a lie and is now in shambles.

Yow. Are you his first fully committed relationship? Tell him a friend said that an idyllic storybook universe isn't conducive to real love and intrigue anhow, and that eventually he'll find that good relationships are 'made' with anyone.
Something about the way you phrase 'built on a lie' suggests you pressure rather than nurture and accept. I recall once when my wife woke up and felt that she was with a stranger. The pain of sharing that was enough for us to realise that we needed to commit to be in love, not just take for granted that it happens. In a day where people divorce easily and arranged marriages are unheard of, most people will not get a chance to learn such a valuable lesson.
I wish you prosper from your continuing tribulations.

18-22. Didn't know how good I had it. I had my whole life ahead of me. You don't realize how your choices back then affects you today.

Probably the 1960's. No real worries except school and no bills to pay.

Nope, I like the ones right now.

I don't wish I could experience them again, in all their angst-filled-glory, but I do reminisce about the times when I and my friends used to smoke a bunch of weed, drop acid a lot, stay up for weeks on end working on a show... Every once in a while I end up staying up all night to work on something with my Art Center, and that's fun, on a lark, but not as a life-style, anymore. I guess I remember fondly the times when I was very short-sighted, but I'm just not anymore.

I read about the artist quarters in the 20's and 30's, when the painters smoked opium together, fudgeed their models and each other, and died in poverty on an ether-binge. I don't want that, yet it's really easy for me to romanticize it, and long for it, too.

That's a really rough spot to be in, you have my sympathy. But you don't have to just calmly wait. You can quietly support- from a distance. I went through a lot of that same questioning, and put my husband through a bit of a personal hell, I think. There were weeks when I didn't even want to touch him at all, because I just didn't know that I wanted to be there. He did more than quietly wait. He listened, and tried to understand what I was going through, without ever pressuring me to "decide" anything. That's when *I* learned what our relationship was built on. This all took a long time, and I'm still working on my crap. And I'm really happy that we're still together. If he has a similar personal crisis someday, I hope I'm as good to him.

I don't. There were certain times in my life that I look back on fondly, but I have no desire to re-experience them.

The early 80s were a good time for me. I finished high school, I was playing in a band with some friends, we did a few concerts and made a record, I started working and making my own money, I moved out on my own, lost my virginity, started doing performance art...I had some very good times.

The mid 90s was a good time for me too. I had a lot of stability then. I had a good job that I enjoyed and made more money than ever before or since. That job lasted 7 years. I lived in the same apartment building for 11 years. I had a relationship with a woman that lasted quite a few years. Everything was very stable and comfortable. (That's probably why I gained so much weight!)

I can look back and reminisce, but I don't need to re-live those times.

None really.

I don't look back anymore. I don't look forward.
I just am.
I have never felt more free

I wasn't looking back either, but I realised that I was reliving prior stuff, and had forgotten how in my element i was with it. Techno-slut-art-angel is a lot more fun than Father Mackenzie, unless you have god-head playing in the background.

Thank you for the insight. I probably do pressure, hell I know I do now that I think about it.
I did know that a loving relationship is NOT a process of trial and error until you find the magical perfect person for you, that it requires conscious effort, and that virtually anybody can have a loving relationship if they take it with that understanding. But only if both parties are interested in trying, and right now, because he is angry with me, he refuses to try.

But then I suppose he is human too, and can't be expected to be an enlightened Buddha all the time.

Thank you also, for the reply.

I think I can start the process of doing more than quietly waiting now that the grief is stabilizing. I couldn't do that when I was dissolving in tears everytime I spoke to him, but I think I can control myself now. *dammitall, eyes filling again*
There, that's better.

I can't think of a time when I was happier than I am now. If I could change things, I would like to go back in time and do things differently. (don't we all) But, if it was only to go through that experience again, I would have to pass that up. I love my life now!!!

I wish I could go back to last year.

Between birth and the age of 5 were my best time. Things started to go wrong after that but for the first few years I was a great, happy kid.

None! I'm just hoping to find those days in the future, otherwise, my god is it worth living?

None. Every era of my life has had its ups and downs, but been mostly good.

Age 18-21. Constant party, spending all of my time with my friends, hardly working. Some of my best memories come from that time. Thinking about the good times reminds me of how special my friends are. I don't think most people have what we have.

either when I was a kid and all I did was make forts in the woods with my sister and our friends, or go to my grandma's house and spend time with her (when she was still here with us) and my family would go on vacations together happily (when my parents were still together) OR in back in high school when I was in marching band and just about everything else imaginable .... otherwise, I'd like a time in the future when I'm a successful doctor with kids of my own

20-30

7th grade. I had a blast. I think I may say the same about 2001 soon too. That was a good year.