Charms Club: Patronus Memories (Term XXIV, Activity 4)

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Activity: Patronus Memories
Points: 10 points participation
Deadline: OCT 30, 2012 11:00pm UTC Timezone Converter
Details: Someone's curious! Write a minimum of 100 words on what your happiest memory that enables you to cast your Patronus. Should be a real memory and not a made-up one!

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Memory:
The answer to this, for me, is obvious but at the same time not. Obvious because my mind instantly went to a certain time in my childhood, but difficult because there are a few memories from that time that fill me with that same rush of happiness. They're small and insignificant, things I'm not even sure how I managed to remember because they really are just that small, but I'm so happy that I have remembered them. I guess I'll just share them all because, I feel, I would never be able to pick just one.
1. The smell of my dad's recliner. Because my dad was sick (Emphysema) he was the one to stay home and take care of my while my mother worked. My dad would always sit in this old recliner of his. He'd watch cartoons with me, cuddle with me, sit patiently while I put on dances and musicals for him. And even after he died -- long, long after he died -- the recliner still smelled so much of him. Whenever I was upset about something I used to curl up in his recliner and close my eyes and just remember him.
2. (You'll find a pattern with the memories I'm sharing, they're all about my dad. ♥) Joking around with my dad would be second. He was always trying to make me laugh -- he did a great impression of Donald Duck that used to have me cracking up until I was in pain. But one I remember specifically, and always one of the first memories that comes to mind when I think of my dad, was about Trix cereal. I don't know if their slogan is the same but it used to be "Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids". I loved Trix as a kid and, so many mornings, my dad would walk into the kitchen as I sat and ate my cereal. He'd take the bowl from me and say, "Silly kid, Trix are for rabbits." We'd argue back and forth until one of us gave in and laughed, and he'd hand the cereal back.
3. The final memory that comes to mind is racing with my dad. Because of his Emphysema he couldn't actually race me but he had one of those electric wheelchairs. We used to go up and down the block racing one another, him in the wheelchair and myself either running or on my tricycle.
So yeah, those are my happy memories. I think one reason they do make me so happy is because it's from such a short time in my life, before everything happened. I wasn't aware my dad was sick -- I knew he had oxygen tanks, I remember the man who'd bring the new ones by was always very nice to me -- but I didn't know that it was an actual sickness. None of my friends at the time had dads so I always thought it was just something dads did, breathe with the help of giant tanks. So these memories, despite how naive I was (understandable, I was five and younger), are the happiest and most prized memories I have. I wouldn't be able to pick just one to cast a Patronus. If I had to pick, I guess just a general "my dad", but that's such a vague concept... So yes, these three memories would be what I pick.


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