My grandparents used to have a beautiful huge garden. Garden with the number 102 at the Wiesengrund. There we learnt to ride our bikes, picking huge amounts of apples, swung, played in a paddle pond, or broke our legs, like me at the age of three. So many memories of a wonderful childhood and a warmly family. Now we went their again after many years. Garden number 102 is a huge jungle. We felt nostalgic and ate the best apples of my childhood.