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When I was a child, I used to visit my grandparents’ house every summer. Their house was in a small village surrounded by forests and rivers. We would spend our days exploring the woods and swimming in the river. My grandmother used to bake the most delicious cookies, and we would always help her in the kitchen. In the evenings, my grandfather would tell us stories about his adventures as a young man.

On rainy days, we used to stay indoors and play board games or read books. My grandfather had a vast collection of books, and he would always recommend something exciting for us to read. Sometimes, we would sit by the fireplace, and he would play his old guitar while we sang along.

My grandparents’ house was full of old photographs and memorabilia. My grandmother would often show us pictures from her youth and tell us about the different places she used to visit. She would describe the bustling markets, the serene beaches, and the vibrant festivals she attended.

One of my favorite memories is of the annual village fair. Every year, we would eagerly await the fair, which was held in the central square. The entire village used to come together for this event. There were food stalls, games, and music. We would spend hours playing games and eating delicious treats.

Looking back, I realize how much I cherished those summers. The time spent with my grandparents created lasting memories that I hold dear to this day. I used to think that those days would never end, but as I grew older, our visits became less frequent. Still, the experiences we shared are something I will always treasure.