My best childhood memory

I will never forget that hot summer day when we moved to a new house. We got up at 5 a.m. and spent whole morning packing but by the lunchtime we still had a lot things to do. We placed fragile items to the special containers . My mum told the removal company to come at 2 p.m. so about 1. 30 p.m. we started to panic. With the temperature rising all the time , we worked even faster. When my dad discovered that the van of the “ Freddie’s removal’ arrived , we emptied hurriedly all cupboards ,fridge and we put everything to one hue box. Fresh fruits were mixed with heavy tins , glasses with butter and yogurt . ‘At last we finished!’ sighed my sister at 3.00 p.m. Two hours later we were standing on a beach near our new house.
My best childhood memory is connected with this day. My brother and I ,waiting for our boxes to come, we spend more than an hour running into the waves , exploring the little pounds of the sea water that gathered among the rocks. We dived into the shallow water and pull out shells and tiny crabs. We had vivid imagination of children. We looked out to the sea and imagine we were drifting along on one of the big yachts far out in the bay. We were playing on the beach while parents waited four our belongings to get to the house of our dreams.