This stream that provided water for the house was our summer haunt.
Our every waking moment would be spent in the water. Our parents were relieved that we were out of their hair the whole day.
The only time they would get to see us was during meals. They knew we were safe here, without disturbing or being disturbed!
We would hurtle down the stone steps, in a hurry to get to the water. A great place to have fun while being cooled!
All gone now, with the grandparents, buried in dirt & decay. Its a good thing we are selling!
MULLINGSPICE 
This reads like a true memoir. The carefree days of a lovely childhood captured.
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Dear Sabina,
Sweet memories. Now time to face the present. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It is. I wrote with my childhood and grandparents home in mind!
Thank you!
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Thank you.
Like I said, just revisiting!😊
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Sounds like happy times.
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That was lovely! Very vividly written and believable.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Childhood memories can be so rewarding, and you capture yours admirably. Well done!
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Time moves on, but they will have the happy memories.
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The time comes when you have to let go… it always does.
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Thank you so much!💐
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Yep.
Thank you!
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Thank you very much!
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Yes, which our treasures!
Thank you 🙏
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Not memories?
Nope.
Of moments, mementoes and people?
Yes, constantly!
Thank you🙏
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You captured the carefree days of childhood well.
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Thank you.
I was remembering!
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Made me want to be a child again, but not to think of the death and decay. My grandparents are still alive in my memory.
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Thank you!💐
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