Hahaha, this is probably gonna sound weird, but here goes!
Once, when I was about... 15 or 16? I think? ... It was in the middle of summer, and it was raining - the kind of rain that just keeps going and going and going. I'd caught a pretty nasty stomach bug, and had been throwing up and generally feeling miserable for a couple of days. I was surviving on yoghurt, tea and dry toast. By day three or so, I wasn't feeling up to much else than curling up on the couch under a big blanket, with an emergency bucket next to the couch just in case I needed to throw up again and didn't feel like I had time to make it to the bathroom.
On this rainy, miserable day, one of my friends decided to brave the risk of infection (don't worry; he didn't catch it) to come hang out and keep me company. So right in the middle of me feeling like death warmed over, I got to spend a couple of hours leaning on his shoulder while we watched The Never-Ending Story on DVD.
It was one of those perfect moments. Yes, even despite the nausea. If I got to go back and do it again, I don't think I'd change a thing.