[And watching this film you are seeing these intimate time stuck moments
of solace one by one for each person ....
     i was really touched at the uniqueness and personalness of their
best memory]

U cant help but view and gently drift through your own catalog of
perfection , however slight.
         Seeing myself , now a father , through the eyes of my 4 year
old little boy , sharing in his new moments of everyday experience ,
seeing him discovering something new. Me smiling at his wonder.
Remembering that wonder.

 I remember being with my best friend , 7 or 8 yrs old ,playing this
imaginary game in his backyard . We would create all the invisible
boundaries and other such rules of the game.

Playing some game with the other neighborhood boys where the winner got
to kiss the girl.

standing on top , balancing myself  on a fire hydrant , in a breeze with
a fringe worn towel tied around my neck like Superman's cape. sweet
balance.

I would soon debate whether i was Batman or Superman , go back and
forth.

laying on my back ,squinting my eyes at the bright sky , making those
optical illusion "bubbles " float through the air

cloudbusting

I guess it was when i was 4 or 5, I remember being in the bath tub and
being able to lay out flat, lining the bottom , being the same length
as the tub. And fully extended i would practice holding my breath,
wondering how long would people have to be underwater before we would
form gills to breath underwater like
Patrick Duffy on Man from Atlantis. I wanted to be him as i lay in that
tub for hours, like his clear fish tank he would sleep in.

after school in 5th grade i was riding my bike home on a PERFECT
afternoon.  i convinced myself i could go fast, throw  my weight forward
fast enough to actually FLIP  OVER forward  , 360 degrees , and land ,
and keep rolling.   I was feeling fine!
I tried it , prolly went up about 12 inches , came crashing down , bike
on top of me ...  amazed i thought i could do that.

but then hell,  when i was 4 i got my tricycle up on our long, 5 foot
off the ground front porch.  And thought i was Evel Knievel [ however u
spell his name]  , went as fast as i could ,flying off the porch to the
concrete.
The first thing that landed was my mouth. tricycle on top of me.  My
bottom teeth went through my lip , and i had plastic surgery.
     [ I still have a little of that stupidity in me i think]

going to visit my grandmother in another state , by myself for a
week.     / tinker toys

a tent made from a sheet and 2 chairs.

rolling myself up tight in a blanket ,like a cigar  , comfort feeling
trapped , unable to move and fetally .

when i was 3 or 4 [1974] me and my parents went on  these long driving
trips. We drove allot at night  , my dad had a white Monte Carlo,
  I wanted him to have a green mustang like a teenage boy up the road.
You know that area behind the back seat , where the speakers are, at the
back glass....  I would lay across that area , i was small enough to fit
perfectly , i would put my cheek against the cold glass and get a bit of
a view of the stars above. I would stay there for what seemed like all
night. Staring at stars. I don't remember thinking anything.
   but perhaps occasional spaceships

Later , we think of loves and passionate moments.
  If we are  lucky perhaps someone will have us in THEIR  perfect
moment.

in quite sTill  drift