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When I was a little girl I lived with my grandparents in a big village or a little town. There were lots of things to explore and I had always been quiet adventurous. I liked to play "Get lost" one of my favorite games, when I was around five. I left home and walked and walked and wanted to get lost and then being found ! Of course that never happened because I could walk for miles I always arrived in a place or street I knew and anyway the church tower was visible in the whole village. What a disappointment !
There were many farms around the village and I loved to go into the stables and watch how cows were milked. One day I waited that nobody was in the stable took a little stool and a bucket and choose a very friendly looking cow. I did exactly what I had seen sat on my stool and touched the cow's udder. Apparently my grip was too soft, and tickled the cow, so she stamped with one leg and swang her tail right in my face. It was a slap like a whip, and probably therefore I never forgot this event ! The farmer and the people around laughed their heads off when they saw this little girl running out of the stable complaining that the cow has slapped her with its tail and apparently I had a red stripe on my face. I never tried to milk a cow again !
The owner of the house in which my grandparents lived had chickens. Each time I could I followed the lady when she picked up the eggs. I found that very funny so one day when nobody was there, I went into the henhouse and had a lot of fun because the chickens cackled hysterically and ran around. I tried to find eggs, but I didn't and while I was searching, the chickens escaped through the door I had left open and where all over the garden. My grandma and grandpa helped the lady to catch the chickens and bring them back into the henhouse. I only remember that the lady was very furious with me and my grandma, but although my grandma probably told me that I had done something very bad, I still today have the impression that she had a lot of fun too.
My grandma and me
You were adventurous and a handful for your grandma but she sounds an understanding one. great memories and a lovely old photo. I can see Toby in you.
ReplyDeleteAsians lived with grand parents, I am quite surprised that do too.
ReplyDeleteYour memories took me back in time - but I milked cows so much that I don't remember my first experience!
ReplyDeleteAw you were cutie. And so mischievous as was I.
ReplyDeleteIt is a sign of intelligence. lol
I'd be worried if kids became too obedient.
Aw ~ such a delightful story about you as a little girl ~ Great photo and bet you are still adventuresome ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^
ReplyDeleteA lovely story and you stayed safe, something that would be very much in doubt if a child of that tender age wandered off these days.
ReplyDeleteA lovely story, Gattina!
ReplyDeleteSo you were in Amsterdam! I hope you enjoyed being there! Next time we should meet! Lol.
I love this story -- and the little girl you were. (And of course I love to hear happy stories about little girls and their grandmothers. It's a very special relationship.)
ReplyDeleteOoooh - how sweet! What a lovely story. I wish I had something equally special to write about, but...
ReplyDeleteVisiting from Alphabe- Thursday - mine for letter 'A' @ ImagesByCW is about 'my' Australia
Ahhhh...
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story.
I can picture ornery little you chasing chickens!
And the grin your Grandmother hid as she scolded you!
Thanks for the smile!
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