Childhood Memory

Every Easter, when I was young, my family would have a week camping at my family’s farm. All our cousins were there and we would run around the paddocks and yard for hours on end. We didn’t have a care in the world. We were dirty and tired, but we kept on going until it was dark. Each night we would camp in the yard while all the parents slept in the house. We would sit in the tent trying to think of scary stories to tell. Eventually, we would fall asleep and wake up to find the Easter bunny had come and left chocolate. Then one year we didn’t go due to the weather and then we eventually just stopped going altogether. Thinking about the times at the farm now I can see how carefree and amazing it used to be. If we tried to do it again now it just wouldn’t be the same. We are not willing to be as dirty, we get tired easily and just stop and rest instead of carrying and the Easter bunny is not as real and exciting as it was before. The farm was one of the best memories.