Boxing our Childhood Memories
I remember the warm summer days of my childhood spent at my grandparents’ farm, running barefoot through the green fields, chasing after the chickens, and picking berries with my little sister. We would spend hours sitting under the shade of the old oak tree, sipping on ice-cold lemonade and listening to our grandmother’s stories about her own childhood adventures. As the sun began to set, we would help our grandfather feed the cows and collect eggs from the henhouse before settling down for a hearty dinner of freshly picked vegetables and homemade biscuits. Those carefree days filled with laughter, love, and simple pleasures will forever be cherished in my heart. Unfortunately I have no photos of anything from my childhood!