Childhood memory

My best childhood memory was our stay in the countryside where my grandparents lived. It was around four o'clock that my mother prepared us for a long journey that we were going to make. Once we were all in the car, the luggage and we father said are you ready? We answered him happily (Oh yes!) (So let us go) he said. My grandparents lived in an old house built with stone, surrounded by olive trees, in winter they harvested olives which they pressed to produce oil, they even had a barn where there were chickens and rabbits. . Spending a week there is relaxing, you would no longer need to see a doctor.