My grandparents' farm and chasing the milk cows through the creek to the barn(they did not give milk on those days. Too Nervous.)
Hiking through a cool creek on a hot day.
Trees. Climbing them. Under them.
My brother putting me on the back of his bike and hurtling us both up and down hills daredevil style to the local pool.
Family clan picnics under my grandparents' killer pecan tree (it kept throwing my cousins out when they climbed it) with watermelon and...
waiting forever until my grandfather finished churning the ice cream. Has anything ever in the world ever taken so long?
Laying in cool grass.
How could I have been in heaven and not known it?