

My grandfather on my mom’s side owned a farm. My mom was a teacher with a lot more time off than my dad, so pretty much every school holiday we would stay with my grandfather for a while. There was no real structure, just go play outside, stay on the farm, be back for dinner, and let an adult know if you were going to walk to the neighbours (through the fields, nowhere near a road).
Oh, and don’t eat the mullberries! I always came back with purple stains everywhere, claiming I didn’t have any mulberries lol
There was a dam to go swimming, dogs and chickens in the yard, pigs, cows, maize fields, luzern fields, and what felt like endless long sunny days.
I don’t think it’s possible to relive that feeling of utter freedom as an adult, plus my grandfather passed away and the farm was sold decades ago now. Some things are better kept as memories, I think.




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