I smiled, as I listened to the peaceful melody of Gran’s violin. I glanced up at the clock and saw it was 2:10pm. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the happy elephant painting that my mum had painted after we’d visited the Kalahari Desert and saw the amazing wild life – elephants, zebras, lions, rhinos. The memory was interrupted by Mum entering the room in her favourite purple spotted dress saying,”Lucy, Mum, we’re going to be late!” We were off to the market, every Saturday we sold honey while Gran played the violin. I loved the market, the sweet aromas roaming in the air, freshly grown produce. Excited we hopped in the car and drove off.