My favorite childhood memory is of a sunny summer day spent in the backyard of my grandparents’ house. I was eight years old and I had spent the morning playing with my siblings and our cousins. We were running around, chasing each other, and playing tag. We were having so much fun that we forgot to take a break for lunch.
My grandmother noticed that we were running low on energy and suggested that we take a break and have a picnic. We all agreed and she quickly made up sandwiches, chips and drinks and laid out a blanket on the grass. We all sat down on the blanket and enjoyed our lunch while talking and laughing.
After lunch, we went back to playing, but this time in a different way. We started to make a game out of the picnic blanket. We would make a fort out of the blanket and then pretend to be in a different place. We would make up stories, play pretend, and imagine that we were in a different world. We would play for hours and have so much fun.
My favorite part of the day was when we all lay down on the blanket, looking up at the sky, and pointing out shapes in the clouds. We would also tell stories about what we saw and make up our own stories.
I remember that day being so happy and carefree. I felt so loved and connected to my family. I cherish this memory because it reminds me of the importance of spending time with family and being creative.