Me at seven, with a friend four years older, leading about twenty milking cows up a country lane from their grazing fields to the farm's milking sheds. Twice daily we took the cows down the fields and up to the farm as part of our unpaid work. Just ambling along, talking, joking about things, and those cows two and three abreast behind us.
This was way back in 1942-43 when the world was far, far different than it is today. No TV. No radio that I can remember in that tiny English village with its village pump to supply water. A little hamlet surrounded by open meadows, woodland, and lots of farm animals and wildlife. Day's before one even started thinking about oneself; the days of innocence and awe of it all.