When we were kids, we often spent a couple of weeks at our grandparents' house during summer holidays. They lived about a couple of hours' drive away. Being there meant being out of our usual environment, away from parents and everything at home. My grandparents were 'stable' people. They didn't fight or argue with each other, and not just for the sake of us, but in general. That's just who they were. I didn't have to be worried about them, about myself, or about anything while being there. Just playing in the sun in the garden, going for long walks in the woods around the house, simple things really, just enjoying myself. I still remember how the texture of the grass felt under my bare feet. It was a specific kind of grass, different from what we had at home. Remember how it felt to step on the hot sand on spots that weren't covered with grass. Remember how the cool air felt in the basement, how it smelled. They kept fruits there which were delicious. All these small details, even after 20 years, I remember them like it was yesterday. My grandparents were always kind to me. Being there was true happiness, I felt free.