A Day at the Farm

I start my new job next week, so I am taking all the chances of spending time with my daughter, granddaughter, and grandson. We gave him the choice of whether he wanted to stay at home or go to the farm. At thirteen you don’t just assume. He wanted to go, and I’m looking forward to a day out with them all. My granddaughter is at an age where memories are made.

I remember taking my daughter and son to many farms when they were younger. On one occasion we have a video of the floor, and everyone telling her to let go of the seeds in the bag. The goose, a very angry goose, I might add, took offence she wasn’t giving the food straight away. We didn’t mean to laugh, but the indignant look on her face was funny. To this day she avoids a goose when she sees one. Before this happened, my mother-in-law was repeating Goosy, Goosy, Gander to the Goose – maybe it took offence to that too.

I believe memories are an important part of growing up, whether it be going to the zoo, or your first rollercoaster ride with your dad, or making sandcastles on the beach. These memories stay with you, even when the person is no longer alive. I still recall sitting on Margate beach. My mum making the excuse she was hot, before going to Bingo. My dad completing a crossword, while I made an elaborate sandcastle. Afterwards, going to a cafeteria and having a strawberry milkshake.

This is why it is so important not to live your life on-line. What does it matter how many likes you get? Nobody’s life is perfect. What is important is spending time with family and friends. That is what I’m going to do today, and it will not matter whether it is raining or not, I will be with those I love.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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