I think, and I hope, that my children all have wonderful memories of their upbringings in rural France.
Never have they been so free, so happy, and so healthy, as when they bathed in those long hot Summer days, ran bare-footed through the fields with Hamlet their dog, and had numerous hay barns and outbuildings to play in. Life was really good and problems were still unknown.
Here are a young Kimbo, Tenpin, and their good friend Nelly, under the shade of a vine on the terrace. It looks as if it was hot. I expect Wills was yet to be born, or was a tiny baby elsewhere.
Very few young families do such things these days. New Brexit rules have made it more difficult, although it was bloody difficult when I moved South in pre-EU days; I don't think the will is there either. Certainly in the EU, non-EU citizens are not looked upon kindly.
Back in the late 70's when the above was taken, there was still a healthy exodus to Australia, New Zealand, and Canada, but I think this has now all but dried-up, or at least has been made far more difficult.
In my particular case, I am certain that my children loved the long hot Summers, the freedom of open countryside, and of course the fact that they all ended-up being bi-lingual. I'm sure they'd all say the same. One of them is with me now, and his French is as good as ever.