What was the best part of your life?

My first year in university. The worst year was my second year in university. Life is slowly getting better.

The time since I married my husband. For various reasons, but including how happy I am with him. My life has really changed over that time in terms of my career and being able to travel and seeing my family grow up and become happy, healthy, successful adults.

I’m hoping for better to come.

^^Being hopeful is good;)

Sophomore and junior years of college. Looking back I was a whole different person then. I miss her…

My college years, 2009–2013. Amazing period of my life. I still think back on things that happened during those years and can’t stop smiling about it. That’s not to say my life sucks now, but a certain heyday has passed, I think.

The last of my second year at college up to my graduation. That was when I actively started to flush toxic people out of my life one by one and enjoy friendship in its truest sense. I had never experienced anything like that before. Because I had good relationship, I was mentally stable enough to seek out new experience. I was the happiest and most enlightened.

Right now, I don’t know. Part of me thinks it’s a new adventure, the other part thinks I’m going somewhere dark.

The first year of taking my first job. I feel totally free without heavy burden. And I can get money every month, little but enough to buy a phone and a laptop with a high quality NVIDIA graphics card. Sun shines in my life again after a long dark time. The most pleasant surprise is that I acknowledged my girlfriend and we will get married next year.

Congrats @Gideon2017..)

I can’t actually decide.

^^ That’s a good sign actually!!

The day Mrs Squeeky stepped into it.

My teenage years for sure. Most people probably wouldn’t answer that way. I had a great time in middle school and high school and community college.

My father died when I had just turned 13. He was an alcoholic so it actually changed the family dynamic for the better. I mean I was sad that he died, but the stress level was reduced so much. There was actually peace in the house.

I was very involved in music and theater in school and also the community. I had a lot of great friends, a lot of energy and a lot of hopes for the future.

It could be my childhood when I wandered carefree through the countryside with friends. It could be now because I am retired and able to travel carefree once again. But I think the best time was when we were bringing up our two children. Money was a bit tight, we had lots of responsibilities but looking back I think it was the best time of all.

The day I depart for the OTHER side. :)

Every decade of my life has been better than the last. 0–10 was fun…carefree childhood. 11–20 was the age of growing and spreading my wings. 21–30 was time in the navy and starting a family. 31–40 was raising my children, losing one wife and gaining another (better) one. 41–50 was growing with my wife, my kids, her kids, and getting advanced in my job. 51–60 is where I am now and it is better. Life is good. We moved to a different state, I started a new job, the kids are mostly out of the house and are doing great and we are sitting okay working towards retirement. Coincidentally, each decade has brought changes to my body that have been detrimental. 0–10 growth spurts and freckles. 11–20 Acne. 21–30 gray hair started. 31–40 Started gaining weight easier. 41–50 eyesight started getting challenged. 51–60 Interesting new aches and pains. But all in all, I’m thrilled about what’s to come. I intend to hit triple digits.

Seven decades of highs (and lows). NOW is best.

Kindergarten. I was smart, cute and oblivious to most of the issues caused by my sister. My senior year in high school was pretty good, too.

I’m living it right now.

^^Glad to know that..)

Probably my 3 years in AK I felt I had the most interesting experiences and the most personal growth. At one point probably best shape had been in my entire life at this point. Fell in love with a girl that I still care about, but it didn’t work out.

Since leaving AK and her behind nothing has really been the same. Past 2 years is a roller coaster to say that least. Mostly just down.

The two times I was pregnant with my sons 21 months apart!

For me, it was my childhood. I grew up in an affluent suburb of NYC, early 1970’s. We had a great apartment in a wonderful building. It was a beautiful town. I’d walk with my mom to the village – this was when there was a stationery store, pharmacy, lunch counter, bakery, book store, toy store, etc. We’d go to the village and walk around, check out the stores, maybe walk to the park. The park had a lake so we’d walk around the lake and feed the geese. My mom would sit on the bench and I’d feed the geese, or we’d take our shoes off and put our feet in the water. The walking path had little foot bridges over parts of the lake so we’d stand there and look for fish or frogs. When I wasn’t with my mom, I could walk to my friend’s house and we’d walk around, or I had another friend upstairs in the building and we’d go to the school yard and play. During this time, kids could walk around without the parents getting arrested. My grandparents lived about 20 minutes away and they had an old Victorian house on the Hudson River. That was another wonderful house and I spent a lot of time with them. I could go on and on about that, too. I wouldn’t change a thing about my early childhood.

My girlfriend and my pets.