If you could pick a moment in your life to live again, what would it be?

Watching the Berlin Wall come down.

Working with my father and grandfather out in the fields during the summer, putting the hay in.. We put in some long and hard days, but we were a great team and all of us knew what we were working towards.

Kindergarten. I loved kindergarten. I was smart and cute and got to have a lot of fun while learning. I also had the coolest nap rug ever. Except for having chicken pox, it was wonderful.

Any moment when I got to hold my kids when they were little. Why do kids have to grow up?

The birth of my first child, just a perfect, perfect moment in time.

This doesn’t mean you can live your life from that moment onward all over again, right?

Hrmmm. . . .

This party back in junior year of college. I would take the chance with this girl that I lost because some idiot embarrassed me in front of us.

Seeing Barbra Streisand in concert.

Oh freaking EASY!
The “moment” would be the blissful and prosperous stretch I enjoyed from 2004–2010 when I had a nice nest egg, 2 jobs I loved, was able to draw about $575 a month off my accounts in interest as an extra source of passive income. I lived in a darling little house on 5 acres in the Sierra Foothills here and life was good, easy, joyful, sublime.
Those days are long gone and now, I have had to move back to the edge of town and am living in a room mate situation trying to get back on my feet after this economy wiped me out.

It really sucks and I miss those days of peace, joy and serenity.

There are so many that it’s hard to choose. I’ll choose arriving in Boston from California in my little VW loaded to the gills with most of my belongings. On top was a dish drainer topped with a beanbag frog. I was lost and through my sky roof. Iasked a police officer how to get to Cambridge. I was going the opposite direction. The officer stopped traffic in all 4 directions, had me make a u turn down Mass Ave, and off I went to meet my potential boyfriend. The feeling of being young, with all the possibilities of life awaiting me, was unforgettably exciting.

The forty-second time I had sex with my wife.

@Blondesjon You mean the time you had sex with your wife, and it lasted 40 seconds?

No.

I’m talking about the time we bumped uglies and we discovered the Meaning Of Life.

Hugging my BFF in her forest green cloak in university, before she dumped me as a friend, because I was a man and she was dating someone jealous.

@Blondesjon and the meaning of life, of course, is 42.

If I was only able to experience it again and not have any influence on the events of the time, I would choose the first three years of my son’s life. I was very sleep deprived and stressed out, and I don’t remember much of it now.

Being deployed with the Navy to the North Atlantic and Mediterranean. I had some wonderful times in Spain, Sweden, and Denmark. Of course I would rather just be there while not having been in the military, though.

I’m not sure there are any moments in my life I am particularly keen to relive. The best is yet to come.

The moment at age 16 years old I was introduced to my french speaking
Grandfather who did not speak English. ( I did not speak French).
Knowing what I do now, I would have had the cousin who translated our
conversation, ask my Grandfather more percise questions on our lineage ,
plus for copies of photos in his numerous photo albums ( which are lost now)?
It would have made my research easier in deciphering our past.
And assist the descendfants that come after me.