This one’s tough. I’m deliberately not making a regret-based decision (i.e., one-time-I-came-up-with-the-perfect-response-to-that-question/action/comment-2-days-later). There are plenty of those, but I’m going to pick a good moment. College graduation? Getting serenaded by an Italian waiter on my birthday with a concertina? Jumping on the stupid couch and singing Jingle Bells along with the Yule Log after thanksgiving dinner? Nachos on the terrace above Ghirardelli square? Satellite watching on the hill in the park? Walking into an apartment in Rio Maggiore after having been stranded in the freezing rain and lightning storm for over an hour? The Hot Chocolate and Cookies Moment? The Apple Day? The giant organic salad and conversation on religion in
The thing I like about Corrie (well, there are lots of things, actually) is that rather than play Frisbee (although she loves it) or shop in the college bookstore (although she has a nose for finding the most singular items while shopping), one day at camp she wanted to just hang out with me. And we both agreed that the undeniably best place to just hang out was the civil-war-era cemetery. The cemetery is a walled-in hilltop spot in the middle of the campus. Filled with broken and sunken headstones, with barely readable inscriptions, Metal-work crosses and ancient lilac trees, it’s the perfect place for manufacturing chills while discussing L.M. Montgomery’s ghost stories, the perfect place for talking about light and shadows, death and sunshine, real and ghostly, books, poetry, and the soul. I do believe that moment is the one that sort of made us friends for life.
This time around, that’s the moment I would pick. Yup. It’s a good one.
Got a good moment you’d like back?