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Hey Pandas, Tell Us A Moment In Your Life You Would Re-Live Again
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I don't have a :moment", but I would re-live preschool again. It was a simpler time.
I’d love to start a petition where we have nap time in high school. I think a lot of us desperately need it.
A three hour bus ride back from a school trip to Dublin. It was really fun, and we were all singing, sharing pizza and monster, and laughing.
When I got my first colorblind glasses and saw the real world!
Ok that sounds really cool, I’ve never heard of that, what is it? Are you colorblind and they help you see color?
my entire life starting from preschool. its just so fun being a little kid.
The last show of my high school production of Les Miserables. We had so many amazingly talented seniors that year that I will probably never get to be in a play with, or even see again. This hung over the whole production, and offstage, almost everybody was crying by the end. We took each other’s hands and went on for the final scene (do you hear the people sing), and it was just this incredible surreal feeling of community, of us all supporting each other and savoring this final moment of months of hard work that we got through together. Not to mention the meaning of the play is incredibly impactful and added such a big touch to this moment. I hope everyone from the production that graduated and went on to live their lives is doing well.
Middle school. All of it. Even the bad stuff. Nothing will compare to middle school, after middle school my whole life crashed.
Okay so has anyone else noticed these are all moments in childhood so far?
5th and 6th grade. I don't care how painfully hard it was, I would relive it all if I could.
I want to watch the black phone for the first time again (I CRIED SO MUCH)
this one time in 7th grade, we were going to watch toy story, and i had asked to go to the office since i have trauma from the movie. the teacher then proceeded to scold me infront of the whole class about how i could handle it, that i was a 13 year old(i was 12), and that something as small as this movie, i could handle. then she didn't let me go to the office. mrs raven, if you see this, i still hate you.
my mom later asked why she didn't let me out, in which the teacher said "oh i just wanted her to have fun like the others!". in fact, something like this also happened last year. a teacher was going to put on despicable me, and i asked to go to the office, was yet again scolded for it. was told that its a pg movie and i'll be fine. about 15 minutes later, security had to come, since i was crying, begging to go to the office, was having an anxiety attack, and was probably going to barf on the teacher if i didn't leave right away. the teacher had a meeting with my mom later and found out that i was having an anxiety attack, and that i wanted to leave since i had trauma from watching the movie with my abusive father. teacher apologized afterwards. would also relive this day just for the sole purpose of walking out
I don’t know for sure. A lot of these are like middle school or 5th grade, which were terrible for me. I think I’d have to say being able to read some of my favorite books for the first time again. It’s good to finish a good book/series but it’s always sad because you can re-read it, but you’ll never not know what happens again.
Or if I could go back and stop myself from doing some dumb s**t.
If it could be with the knowledge that I have now, the first time I talked to my now-bf. I would just love to experience that again knowing he'd lose the bad surfer cut a few weeks later. Just to really look at him instead of blurting out help on a huge project we had in class.
I'd re-live the moment my son was placed in my arms, the first time he smiled at me, the first time he laughed.
When I got my A-levels results. When I saw my name on the successful students list at the end of 3 years at uni. I'm nothing remarkable so academic achievements, however modest, mean a lot.
When I got my A-levels results. When I saw my name on the successful students list at the end of 3 years at uni. I'm nothing remarkable so academic achievements, however modest, mean a lot.
