For me it is - of all things - Zorba The Greek
When I was about 8 or 9 years old, my parents took a 3 month holiday on the island of Corfu, Greece.
In those days, Corfu was unspoilt by tourism. My father was a university professor, so was able to take long holidays between terms.
We travelled from the UK to Corfu via train and boat, a 2+ day journey from Leicester City, changing trains in London, getting on the Dover ferry, travelling by train to Paris, crossing Paris by bus, getting on the overnight train to Brindisi in southern Italy, then travelling the next day all the way down Italy, finally getting on the overnight ferry for Corfu.
For a young child, the sights, sounds and smells of continental Europe were something new to me.
We stayed in a small village in north Corfu. There was an Italian family staying in the village, but no-one else. The Greek villagers looked after us like their own family.
Every day, we walked down to the beach and I and my brothers played in the sea and snorkeled. My father came on holiday with 200 exam papers to mark. I still recall him sitting happily on the beach marking these papers. After marking each paper, he would drink some Retzina. By the ends of the afternoon he was completely drunk and God knows what marks those students received!!
In the evening we would go to the local restaurant to eat stuffed tomatos and Moussaka, as well as sticky sweet cakes. There was always live music and dancing and singing, with Zorba The Greek a favorite amongst the villagers.
This was one of the happiest times of my childhood. I still play Zorba The Greek from YouTube and think of those paradise days in Greece.
How about your memories?