Simple things remind us of happy moments and childhood times. Carry them in your pocket or have a place where you can be a kid again. Going to a playground, or childhood swimming hole, or a swing, or playing a certain game, or [insert your happy place]. Although not verbatim, this is essentially what I recently overheard a gentleman sharing with some friends.

“To smile: look back at happy memories.” — unknown

Don’t dismiss this idea as ridiculous. Surprise yourself when you realize how splendid you feel and that your smile has become permanent.

Photo credit: The Mirror {UK}

Don’t you love those random memories that make you smile no matter what’s going on in your life at a particular moment? Me too.

One of those random memories I think of right away is something I often did as a child growing up. Being a lover of horses and longing to some day own one of my own, I would run around the yard neighing like a horse, loping as if I were the free running horse of my dreams. Those make-believe moments manifested in many other ways. I’d set up jumps on the front lawn made from broom sticks, rakes, and hoes held atop the seats of our chrome-legged kitchen chairs and would pretend to be the champion show jumper Snowman as I sailed over the crude show jumps. I spent many childhood hours imagining, running, jumping, and neighing, until eventually my dream became a reality. A segue into another pocket full of happy memories.

{For anyone who’d like to read more about the famous equine, click for a brief summary about Snowman. }

Wishing you all a week ahead slipping out happy moments from your pockets.

 

4 thoughts on “Pockets of happy moments”

  1. I don’t often see my siblings, but when we do manage to get together, we spend a good deal of time reminiscing about our shared childhood. It’s funny how we often remember things differently. And sometimes you don’t remember an event at all, but when your sibling reminds you of it, you know it happened.

  2. I love this post. Such beautiful pictures to match equally beautiful words.
    I often pull from my stockpile of wonderful childhood memories and am always glad when I do.

  3. i used to love hop-scotch and haven’t thought of it for years. the motion in these images is incredible. gotta love the greyscale image. i’m always fond of them.

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