Like when I was a kid and went wandering out in the 'wild' at the edge of a suburban development with my slingshot and had skirmish with a kid who popped over the wall with his B.B. gun, it turned out to be my classmate. I'm not sure how long he was there lying in wait for someone to come along. I took a huge chunk out of the wall of with my first shot when he missed with his sneak attack.. I'm so lucky nobody was hurt.
Or when I spent a whole week at my cousin's house, most of it trying to evade her while she tried to corner me for a kiss. I eventually 'gave up'.
It's kind of hard for me to untangle happy memories from my adult life, they don't seem quite as pure.. there's pain and aching tied up in them. They're wonderful, but not strictly happy.
Me, my mother and my cousins got caught in a rainstorm while riding our bikes on vacation. We were coming back from the beach to the house we were renting with the rest of the family. It started raining very heavily but is was a very warm rain and we all had our swimsuits on. We were in the georgia islands ad there were wide sidewalks around tall trees with Spanish moss hanging off of them. It was so exhilaration to have the rain whiz zing past us and the noise of it hitting the trees. All the droplets hiting us and then rolling off, speeding theough puddles. We ended up circling the block a few times we were having such a nice time.