Mine is similar..
I had a wonderful Grandfather and a fussy but good hearted Grandmother who took me away for a few weeks of wonderfulness every summer.
No meetings, no praying, no list of what was wrong and that I shouldnt do...
My grandmother worked afternoon shift as a nurse at the hospital, leaving my grandfather to entertain me. He liked to spend his afternoons fishing in the ocean with those long lines you cast from the beach.
I would wander wherever my heart lead me, collecting shells and meeting other children, always ending up at the boardwalk for a snow cone my grandfather and given me a coin for.
I remember feeling freedom then in the sun and the salty tang of the air.
Back at home, my mom talked a lot about a paradise but my grandparents actually provided it.