The year was 2003, I was 8 years old. I was looking out the window, getting fascinated with every glimpse of wildlife I got. We had seen at least 50 deer already, and yet I was so fascinated by seeing yet another. My cousins were fast asleep in the back seat. My dad, as usual, was telling us a story we were hearing for the millionth time, but he was so excited to say it no one stopped him, but my Aunt was his only real audience. My grandmother was looking out the window, deep in thought.
We were going to Chikkamagalur, to a homestay called Riverwoods. I don’t really remember how long it took us to get there, but it felt like a very long time, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. We got to Riverwoods and we were deciding who got which room. I wanted to crash with my cousins, but my dad was worried that I would have an asthma attack or something in the middle of the night, so he said I had to crash with him. I whined till he changed his mind. We reached late in the evening so we didn’t do anything that day. There were 2 or 3 dogs in the house, so my cousins and I kept ourselves busy with them. It was time for dinner, and it felt like dinner in a home away from home. We all sat at a dining table and had the best tasting homemade food ever.
So, the next day is pretty hazy in my memory. But the owner took us on a drive, showed us a cave or something which I remember as a cave, took us to his farm or house or another piece of land which he owned, where all his dogs were (the dogs from the previous day jumped on to the jeep with us and came along). There were around 7 dogs, one of which was a Great Dane. We were thrilled to see all the dogs. We spent a large part of the day there, and then we went to a water body close by, splashed around and headed back. For the rest of the day, my cousins and I just hung out behind the house. We rolled in the grass, ran around, played with the dogs and wrestled with each other. Then my dad and aunt came out and started taking pictures of us. I have an all-time favourite among these pictures, a one in which all three of us, my cousins and I are sitting in the grass, with one of the dogs. When I think about that trip, it’s this picture that pops into my head. When I think about my favourite or most memorable moment with my family, it’s this picture.