The happiest "places" have always been instants in time when possibilities felt endless, and I knew that, even if life were to end right then, that would be ok, now that I'd experienced such a moment. The happiest place has mostly been lying in someone's arms.

My cottage is one of the most memorable and happiest place. It's where I can sit back and get some R&R.

In my mind, where fantasies feel like reality.

This is a non-memory: I never got to go to disneyworld. My parents could never afford to take me. I will make sure my kids get to go.

Sitting next to you on that precious mountain, laying side by side, inches apart, oblivious to everyone else. There was pure love there, but I didn't say a word. But I have to. I Love You.

The happiest place on earth...

at home with the family... especially on Christmas day