Sunday's question of the day 7/7

Happy Sunday everybody  .

I grew up in the same house for 23 years. I LOVED that house! Recently I started taking my walks around that neighborhood and had a nice conversation with the people who live there now. It's so much fun to walk there because of all the childhood memories that come up! I feel like a kid again when I pass my school bus stop and houses where friends used to live. I think about the prom, old boyfriends, riding my bike, roller skating, playing kick the can with the neighbors after dinner.  When I told my sister how much I love walking there she just said "huh". LOL. I am definitely the sentimental type.

Do you ever visit the neighborhood where you grew up? Do you get all sentimental and mushy like me?

Yes I have visited my hometown many times but not for a long time now.  My best GF who I grew up with in that neighborhood was with me when I visited and we had many good memories coming of age there.  We now both moved elsewhere but I'm still in the same State whereas she moved out of State.  One thing for sure tho, everything back home looked so much smaller. 

Memories are one thing no one can ever take away from you
 

I've visited the ol' homestead about 3 times in the last 4 years, since my father (and then sister) passed away. Twice I was with my other sister who did like taking her time to going through 50 years of stuff packed in the house. Our childhoods were hell growing up there, with violent abuse and neglect, and I have a difficult time being in there and get anxious and stressed and all I can think is LET ME OUT OF HERE I CAN'T BREATHE.

I do miss the beautiful paper-shell pecans from the trees my dad planted in the back yard, OMG so good.

I am selling the homestead (for my mother) at last, should have the papers tomorrow! (It's all being done long-distance.) I was going to sell it as is - with all the junk in it - but it might have been torn down in that condition. My attitude was burn it down and salt the earth! But my sister who passed away told me she loved that old house and its style, it was built with wood no drywall, and hoped it would not be torn down. Really, it wasn't the house it was the mother when you think of it. So in her memory people were hired to clear it out and it looks like a family is going to fix it up and move in. 

I hope I never have to go back there again. I also hope the new family has a better life there.

I haven't been back to my hometown in years.    It's not for lack of wanting to, but it's about a 16 hour drive from where I live now.  But, now that my kids are older, we've discussed taking a week and driving back to CT.  My kids have seen where my husband grew up.  I would love for them to see where I grew up as well. 

I go back occaisionally although it's at the other end of the country and on an island.

When I was a child it was a down and out inner-city suburb.  Now it's a really trendy restaurant strip.. Feels odd really.

And while it was nowhere near like SwampWitch's experience of childhood it isn't a place that brings back good memories.

Yes! My sister still lives in Pittsburgh. When we go back to visit, we stay at a bed and breakfast near where I grew up. When my dad was still at our old house and I was visiting with my husband (then fiance) I made him walk with me to our elementary school, taking the route I took each day lol. The last time we were there, we took another route, but since my dad moved, we didn't walk back to the house. Yes I get all mushy about it. Those are good memories. Thank you for a great question :-)

I was raised by my grandparents and my dad in the old house where my dad was raised. It stood on three acres of land that was my dad's share of a big farm that had been passed down for about two hundred years from my great grandparents. Dad still owned it and so it was passed on to me. We had to take down the old farm house because it was not in good enough condition to restore.
We built our home here about eleven years ago. So I live in the same place now as I did when I was born into this world. It is like Heaven to me. I love living on these acres in the middle of a big farm. My sisters thought I was nuts. But we both love it so much.

I've gone back from time to time to the neighborhood i grew up in.  I've walked through it, sometimes a bit teary eyed. It was inner-city, working-class--most every household in a bit of a money struggle, to say the least.  But it was a magical place then-- magical times and magical people.  Now it's sad for me  because we've all long since grown and gone away. Some you keep in touch with, but even they've lost a bit of their magic, now, in the absence of that very time and place. Certainly, so have I in their eyes. Most, I've never seen again.  And I'll never really see any  of them again-- at least as they were then. Remarkably, the houses and the buildings are still quite the same.  The physicality is still there enough to bring back the rush of memories, but it feels like a strange place now. But, I was lucky enough to marry someone from that very place and time, and she has not lost any of her magic!     

Oh and BTW, the streets and alleys were full of stray cats back then. My parents let us take a couple of them in over the years. Made a lot of furry friends with others we couldn't.   And thats how that love affair began, I guess.  Anyway, nice Question Of the Day, Smitten--  really got me reminiscing!       

My favorite house we moved to was our grandfather house when I was in the 3rd grade.I haven't went back there for a long time. I loved that house.We had to move in with our grandfather then cause our grandmother passed away .My family will be coming back to Ohio next year and maybe we could see if we can have a look through the house.It will bring back alot of memories.

I lived in quite a few places growing up.  My Mom and step-dad still live in the house they bought when I was 14; so I visit there regularly.

Now my Grandparent's houses...yes that makes me all sentimental!  They still live in their homes; thank the Lord, but they are out of state so I don't get to visit regularly.  My parents grew up in those houses.  If you go in the basement of my Mom's parent's house; you'll still find the spot on the wall where my Grandpa tracked their kids and all the grandkid's heights.  And a few of the great-grandkids.  There are many many memories there!!  I used to spend a lot of time with my Grandparents.  

I go back all the time.....Rick's parents live in the same neighborhood. I didn't marry the boy next door; I married the boy a few houses down the street!

I have not driven past my parents' house since they downsized and moved into the apartment. The people who bought the house did a lot of work/renovations/ etc. to the place (and not necessarily for the better in all honesty)....even the neighbors wondered what they were thinking. I haven't driven by since Mom and Dad moved out. I can't yet. (I still have their old house key on my key ring. Heck, I still have their old phone number in my cell phone.)

My mother still lives in the house I grew up in, so yes, quite often.