This photograph was taken by my dad in 1992 approximately. It shows my family, the baby it's me, the boy it's my brother, appear my mother (is the one who holds me) and my grandmother.
It was taken in vacations on my grandmother's house.
My grandmother's house is my favourite place in the world, the vacations of my childhood used to be so fun, my cousins and I used to go to the mountains near to the house and explore them, we played all the time in the nature, later we came back to the house and generally my grandmother used to cook some cake or something like that.
I would like so much go to this place again, but sadly it was sold, I remember when this happened I was so angry, I could not understand how it could be possible, so many good memories in only one place. Well, at least they are still in my mind.
I used this photograph to do a work of the university, we were working on the subject "sacred", and what was the personal definition of that concept.
