For one time, my teenage years when vanilla World of Warcraft was the only WoW release. One day I spontaneously asked a certain dungeon party I was in if anyone was recruiting for a guild. There was a recruitment, and I joined it. That guild then just so habbened to eventually become one of the Top 3 guilds of the server, with me eventually getting a full set of Black Wing Lair gear. I was also a Warlock. Meaning it was easy for me, in comparison to almost eberry other class, to obtain otherwise super expensive ground mounts. The Warlock class was also gifted a nigh-broken skill for PvP that helped me to fairly consistently make the Top 3 in Battlegrounds PvP matches. It was the first, and so far only, time in my life where I felt like I lucked into success. Or at least lucked into "success." Because it was also the shallowest time of my life that helped to set me up for reality hitting me like a brick wall in my early 20's, when it was suddenly time to start acting like an adult.
For another time, COVID quarantine. I didn't work for a little over a year. I spent that time watching, playing, eating, and reading whatever I wanted; and exercising and sleeping whenever I wanted. And all while enjoying the schadenfreude of the foolish fighting over toilet paper. I pray for the world to "collapse" again soon. It was truly a liberating time.