My first meditation happened when I was a child by accident. I didn’t realize I was meditating. I didn’t know what meditation was. So I couldn’t put a name to it. It wasn’t until I was 17 that I understood what I was doing that day. I was around 8 years old. I was hanging out on a large piece of an old tree in a river. I was in between some hills and I remember thinking of how excellent it was. It felt like the best day of my life at the time. I have never felt so peaceful. It was like a healing bomb just exploded all over me inside and out. I didn’t remember anything else from that day. When I look back at it however. I realized much later that on that day, that the universe was providing me with resistance for some of the hardships that were going to come into my life shortly after that blissful time on that blissful day.