Grandma used to let us use her Donkey to ride down to the valley from her house on top of our village "Byet Iba" just West of Nablus, She would tell the baker to give us fresh loafs of bread along the way. One time I was so excited to get the hot pita and smashed it so hard against my stomach till the steam exploded and singed my skin.
Long the way is this Fig Tree where you are allowed to pick whatever fresh and ripe figs you need.
Life was easy and simple.