There will be many different answers here and it will be interesting to gauge what different people write. One of the first things I remember from childhood was playing wiffle ball in the back yard right after school. It was a relatively pure experience, one that predated social obsessions, challenges with the realm of dating, and the notion of living life through the lens of the other. Instead, this moment I remember was fairly transparent in its expression of joy. I remember the sound made when I connected and the trajectory of the ball. I remember the different stances I would take before swinging. Andre Dawson, Ryne Sandberg, Mark Grace, or even Jerome Walton- all of them would yield similar moments of swinging and missing. Yet, those moments when I remembered connecting allowed me to fully enjoy the moment, primarily because it was mine. It was a feeling that I was not to experience until much later in terms of being completely happy in a moment in time.