That's a tough one. I was a blessed child in a happy, hard working family. Lots of great memories with grandparents, cousins and my siblings. The summer I was 9 going on 10 stands out vividly for me. My 2 younger brothers & I would spend endless hours playing outside, only coming in for lunch or something to drink. And we hardly ever had toys or gadgets. We'd climb trees and use our imaginations for endless adventures. There was a big barn we'd play in and on top of. Swinging on a rope from loft to loft pretending we were Tarzan. We would also climb to the top of the A frame tin roof and slide down it, of course when we thought no one was watching. It was almost like flying! It's a miracle we didn't kill ourselves. Once my 4 yr old brother slid right off and hit the ground. He laid there and we thought he was dead for sure. Fortunately it just knocked the wind out of him. That stopped us for a while. But somehow our mom always knew we'd been up there and we'd get in trouble. But we didn't care about getting in trouble cause we were having such fun. We never had any inkling how she knew it, until we were grown. She told us the tell was always on the seats of our shorts, for the tin residue would be all over them.
Also, spending lots of time with grandparents was a treasure. Check out my series on Grands if you get the chance.
All great memories!!! It warms my soul to think about them.