I just saw this Japanese movie called "After Life".
Imagine after dying everyone going to an intermediate, limbo station
where you are explained how your afterlife will work -  How you choose to create it.

You are interviewed and told you have 3 days to think through your life and decide your ONE favorite moment in your life.
The most perfect moment. And after choosing ,
you will forget all else and live eternity in that moment.

Now certainly in those 3 days you will have to deal with not wanting to forget everything else,
not wanting to just choose one instance. 
But you think back through all the moments of your life that really stuck in your memory.

[And watching this film you are seeing these intimate time stuck moments of solace one by one for each person ....
You cannot helped but be touched at the uniqueness and personableness of their best memory]
You can't help but view and gently drift through your own catalog of perfection, however incomplete.

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,  probably 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, 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 possibility, whimsy & sheer stupidity in me)

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 foetal.

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