To ask what the weirdest thing you've cried at is?

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So we were driving home from our bank holiday Monday trip out today and drove past the tail end of the marathon. I was suddenly overcome with emotion and started crying all all the runners 😂 (p.s I am pregnant so I have an excuse - unlike Vatican wailer 😂😂😂😂)

I cried when I was 8 weeks pregnant at the Eddie the eagle film

I sobbed my heart out when Terry Wogan died and I saw the Pudsey bear with the tear rolling down its cheek!

It was time of the month and Terry Wogan is the spitting image of my dad so I think that played a big part in it!

I fell over 39 weeks pregnant because I was so huge and couldn't balance- my DH laughed at me and I became absolutely hysterical crying. I sobbed and sobbed and the more I cried the more he laughed, so the more I cried! This went on until my waters broke a few hours later

Paddington 2 when he sinks in the railway carriage in the river.
I cried so much my mum had to find me a tissue. And laughed at me...

His little face reminded me so much of our dog!

I'm pre-menopausal so lurch between wanting to smash things with a cricket bat, and crying.

At the weekend I cried standing in the sun dappled shallow waves at Bognor looking at the rippled sand and the blue sky. Because it was beautiful, but also because it reminded me of holidays as a kid, a lifetime before my stepdad died and mum developed alzheimers and life was simple.

I also clutch my dog and wail at the Dogs Trust advert. And the dog rescuers.

Been to the cinema twice in the last couple of months. Both times I have cried at the NatWest advert (don’t have a TV so rarely see adverts at home, no idea if it’s on normal telly as well) with the horses running on the beach and the ‘you’re not alone’ soundtrack. It’s the man with Down’s syndrome stroking the horses face, followed by the pregnant lady (?lesbian couple) that gets me. I’m welling up just thinking about it 😳😳😳

In my defence, I am pregnant!

Amazing. It’s a Lloyd’s advert. Obviously now I think about it. Just goes to show how well it works as an advert for a bank though 😂

I welled up watching a spectacular summer festival finale last year, and watching a ballet at the cinema before Christmas for the same reasons.
It was a combination of sharing an experience with so many strangers, the thought that the people we were watching had practiced so much and I'd never been aware of it until then, having a special late night with the dc and the reminder of what the human species can be capable of when we work together and trust each other instead of hating each other.

Some TV shows and adverts do tug at the heartstrings.

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Beaches specifically Bette middler singing the wind beneath my wings, my aunt liked Bette middler and she always reminds me of her. Our Montessori play it for the graduation . My aunt died while my ds was in Montessori and when the song came on I cried my eyes out ,I cried the whole way home. I'm sure people thought I was crazy

When I was sat in a doctors waiting room and there was a replica of a toy fire engine my firstborn had when he was a toddler.
He's now almost 19 and has never spoken a word in his life due to the nature of his disability and sadly lives in residential care due to the level of care he needs (I have 3 younger children at home and the youngest has a different disability).
I think seeing the toy triggered my emotions and how much I miss those days with him.

The Grand National gets me every time - the loose horses in particular. I know it's regarded as a cruel event, but I'm not even crying for the safety of the horses in particular, I'm ashamed to say - it's just the way they keep on running. 😭

I can't explain why, but I always well up when I hear a military band or a marching band. I try to discretely wipe the tears away as I am so embarrassed.

When the Hillsborough Independent Panel brought out their report I read some of it, but every document referred to and many others are searchable on line.

I didn't think I could cope with some of the witness statements so I read the ones from people who lived near the ground who had opened their doors to let people use their phone and to hand out tea.

That didn't set me off but time and time again fans who had escaped the ground turned up the following day with bags of groceries to say thank you for using the phone.

I doubt anyone left that ground without some physical or emotional damage, it must have taken a real effort to go back to the houses the following day. I remember when it happened, there was no supermarket Sunday trading, it would have been a real effort.

I just cannot put in to words what made me cry, I think it is the amount of consideration shown.

When I was heavily pregnant with dd1 I went for a walk (waddle) and stopped in a lovely sandwich shop and had their special for the day, lamb and mint and big pot of tea. About 3 bites in I suddenly had an overwhelming realisation that Lamb was a baby sheep and I had just eaten a baby. I suddenly bawled my eyes out and the bewildered staff tried to calm me down and reassure me it didnt mean id be a terrible mother. Im still mortified a decade later.

Also in same pregnancy I cried when Saddam Hussein was pulled from that hole because he looked like a frail santa!!!! Pregnancy, such a magical time.

I’m 10 weeks pregnant and on Saturday I cried because I saw some sort of maypole/folk dancing and it made me sad that I live in a big anonymous city and I’ll never experience the simple, community, village life we had a few hundred years in the past. Wtf?! I should note I am very happy with my life and where I live so this was a weird one for me!

I cried today because DH had put he washing machine on a very long cycle and I wanted to use my new soda crystals for a maintenance wash.
Been looking forward to it all day.

The last verse of Puff the Magic Dragon gets me every time.

I cried at the second movement of Schubert's Unfinished Symphony when I was about 12. It's lovely music to be fair, but Das(?) Lindenbaum with a translation of the words would have made more sense.

At about the same age I cried my eyes out over snaps of a beach holiday I'd been on when I was 7, and over a poetry anthology that included such uplifting gems as 'I Remember, I Remember' and Longfellow's 'Often I think of the beautiful town...' and 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may' and assorted other (mainly 19th c.) well-known poems that ought to have a mental health warning slapped on them. If I was 12, I was probably hormonal.

I also cried buckets over The Nightingale and the Rose. I don't think that's weird though.

I cried with my then 13 year old daughter as we watched the film "Imitation of Life", the mother in the film died and her daughter cried "mother mother don't leave me", whilst clinging onto her coffin, not a dry eye in the house!

I'm 39 weeks pregnant and, whilst driving today, I cried at a lamb standing on a little hill. I have no idea why.

I cry at everything! Always at the cenotaph- "Nimrod" makes me sob. The film "A Little Princess" when her father doesn't recognise her, every time! I've cried on the train at the Age Concern advert with the lonely old man on.
Most recently I cried looking at pictures of baby lambs.