My fondest childhood memories are of being at my grandparents house in the country also.  One that comes to mind is when I was probably 18 months old (amazing I can remember back that far!) .  There was only one spigot for running water in their house, which was in kitchen and under which was kept a galvanized pail where grandma threw her potato parings, dishwater, egg shells, etc.  My grandmother was calling me to come to her.  I was in the kitchen and I kept backing away from her and guess where I ended up sitting!

 

I also remember at Christmas time at home.  We had an electric stove in the living room and my sister and I would get out of bed in the middle of the night and examine all the things "Santa" left for us by the light of that stove.  What fun!

 

LilOleMe (Sandy)