For midterm break I decided to fly over to England and stay with my family for the week. They live near Nottingham, which is a beautiful part of the country (I wonder if there is a not beautiful spot in England really).
England has always amazed me, I don't know what it is about it that makes me feel so at home. Well... I do a little. Around my 9 years of age I started visiting England and my dear Nanny more often and this collection of precious memories came with it --the warmest ones being of the times with her, of course (we spent hours together).
Some of my favourite memories are: going to Chester and having one of those "out" days walking around its charming little streets and the park, feeding the ducks and eating ice-cream (yes, I was very spoiled); playing draughts with Grandad, or being with Beryl and "silly-billy" Bryan over the road; trips to the beach, green parks, or fun fairs; fish and chips fresh from the chippy (incredibly yummy!) and, my top most favourite one, crying with laughter with Nan over nothing really that funny... absolutely loved it.
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