It's a real three-way tie for me.

Growing up my parents sucked. Like hard core. Nothing I did was ever good enough not even performing tour on violin, robotics competitions, or being part of honors society. I lived my childhood doing everything they expected and nothing I wanted. On top of dad being physically abusive and my mom making us children compete for the privilege of her saying we were the favorite child for the week, you can imagine I was pretty screwed in the head.

So at age 20 I'd had enough.

My college roommates thankfully stepped up big time and got me the help I needed. Sitting in the psych ward after,being held by someone who genuinely cared about me as I heard someone say they're proud of me for the first time in my life. I'm many, years older and still almost turn into a blob of tears thinking back on it.

This led to the other big moving experience. As part of my recovery and road to figuring out who I was and who I wanted to be I decided to listen to a friend, go out on a limb, and go to a Mumford and Sons concert for myself instead of letting them pass by while I kept doing only what others wanted of me. I don't remember much of the concert, but I remember standing there, realizing I was just a body in the crowd and seeing all the smiling faces around me, their voices washing over me, the music carrying me along. I just remember realizing that I don't matter at all in the grand scheme of things and I'm free to do what I want.

So yeah, those or the time my doc accidentally mixed up my meds and gave me effectively an acid trip are my most moving experiences.