The three walls of waterfalls in Venezuela, preferably while there is still a suspension walking bridge that allows you to hover one the center of all three. What a rush that would be.
Being carried by my grandmother from the bedroom I shared with my sister. I was not allowed to walk. Enough said about that, other than to say I was one of the lucky ones.
Impossible to pick one. How about a trio. Art, Poetry, and Music. Although I could argue that none are inanimate. In that case, would have to the the triad of my computers my camera, and my paints w/ accessories. 🙂