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Anonymous Member · 01-11-2010, 03:49 AM

Ever go home, again?

I have been thinking about this some time, primarily after I go back to my home town and do the typical drive through my old neighborhood and then by my old house. The house I grew up in, was brought home from the hospital in etc. It always makes me sad because it changes so much, sometimes for the better and then to the opposite end of the spectrum.

I've always wanted to go knock on the door and ask to see the house, explaining that some of the time it withstood was from myself and my family. I wanted to ask them why they took out our favorite trees in the front yard. Of course they didn't know we climbed those trees as children, but still. We put a lot of work into the house before moving, lots of love before leaving.

I hope maybe someday to be brave enough to walk up to the front door and knock. Maybe even get to see some of the inside again. Get to see how small it really was compared to the way it seemed in my memories.

I do have to recall the house my parents reside in now was probably someones childhood home at one point. If someone were to come up to me randomly and ask to see the house I'm not sure what I'd say. I suppose it would depend on the person and how judgemental I was feeling. It's

Has anyone done this? Gone home again?

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Anonymous Member Addict	Ever go home, again? Ever go home, again? I have been thinking about this some time, primarily after I go back to my home town and do the typical drive through my old neighborhood and then by my old house. The house I grew up in, was brought home from the hospital in etc. It always makes me sad because it changes so much, sometimes for the better and then to the opposite end of the spectrum. I've always wanted to go knock on the door and ask to see the house, explaining that some of the time it withstood was from myself and my family. I wanted to ask them why they took out our favorite trees in the front yard. Of course they didn't know we climbed those trees as children, but still. We put a lot of work into the house before moving, lots of love before leaving. I hope maybe someday to be brave enough to walk up to the front door and knock. Maybe even get to see some of the inside again. Get to see how small it really was compared to the way it seemed in my memories. I do have to recall the house my parents reside in now was probably someones childhood home at one point. If someone were to come up to me randomly and ask to see the house I'm not sure what I'd say. I suppose it would depend on the person and how judgemental I was feeling. It's Has anyone done this? Gone home again?