When I was young, I used to spend the summer on my grandparents’ farm. I loved those days, so carefree and enjoyable. There were so many things to do and to sec that I was never bored. I would get up at sunrise and go for a walk around a meadow. I had a dog and together we wandered while the rest of the world was sleeping.
In the morning my grandmother fed the chickens and other farm animals and my grandfather turned out the cattle. Then together we went to a field to reap the harvest. We usually worked in the field until lunchtime but when it was too hot to work I picked currants, raspberries or fruit in the garden or went for a walk to a nearby forest and looked for birds’ nests. Later in the afternoon I would often go swimming or fishing in the river. When I felt lazy, I just lay in the sun and watched the birds and animals again and collect chickens’ eggs. I even learned to milk the cows and I was very proud of myself. My grandparents had a barn behind the house, and I used to spend the night there. I took my sleeping-bag and a torch and slept in hay. That was an unforgettable experience. After such holidays I always returned to town refreshed and healthy.
Now I do not spend the summer in the country any longer. My grandparents have grown old and they are not strong enough to work in the fields and look after cows, pigs and hens. I visited them last year but it was not the same. The village has grown and developed. You can no longer see horses in the fields but modern agricultural machines. The forest I loved so much has been cut and has lost its natural beauty.
I miss the good old days and I feel sorry that time goes by so quickly.