What comforting memory always finds you on the quiet weekends?

For me remembering the fun times running around outside at my grandparents farm while my mom and grandma cooked Sunday dinner.

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thepeculiarpanda · 36-40, M

Being at my grandparent's house growing up. Sitting on my grandad's bed, eating a snack and reading Calvin and Hobbes while the rain trickled down all the plants outside his window.