At what time in your past have you felt most passionate and alive?

When I was 6-10 years old, I was very passionate, believing I can do anything. I thought I can move things so I just sat on the floor hours trying to move the pencil and when the pencil was moved by the wind, I felt the pride of doing it (actually I am still convinced that I moved it. Anyway, I thought I can fly, but the result of my broken leg proved I can’t (not proud to admit it but it’s a true story). I mean I thought I could do a lot of things, like speaking animal language, trying to create new things, even if they weren’t that big deal but the process of trying was interesting. Actually me and my brother build a little machine we called it mother alarm, it is was a little box of metal which was before a broken toy and it was attached with string and we put it in front of the door on the floor near of my room so when my mother got closed and crossed the door, the box closed making loud sound, so we get back to pretend we were studying. I am sure all the children have done and still doing all these stuff and more, but it was really fun and I felt very alive at that time.