I miss visiting our ancestral home in the Philippines. My grandparents from my dad's side owned a large parcel of land. My family and I used to visit while my siblings and I were still young.
I remember seeing plenty of goats, carabaos in the rice fields and cows grazing in the nearby meadow. I have even seen my relatives milk a cow and wondered if they were into cheese making too during that time because my dad and other relatives loved cheese so much; not that I see them making cheese though.
My uncles and aunts used to give us chicken feeds to feed the chickens running around the property. Not only that, we climbed trees and picked fruits, pat the animals around and run towards the nearby beach to soak. It was sheer bliss!