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Michelle Buck's avatar

My childhood homes. Sadly my first home was demolished! Then I learned my elementary school was as well. So strange they are just gone. My second home is still standing. I went there probably 15 years ago now and it looked so much smaller than I remember. We used to skate up and down the driveway and I thought “that’s not as long as I remember”. We moved from Minnesota to Wisconsin (just across the border) and even going back to my kids childhood home - they tore the big tree from the front yard. I find a lot of sadness in going back. Maybe it’s just me. I like to remember things as they were and going back makes me realize it will never be that way again.

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Sean Bay, Ph.D's avatar

I love this concept. I find nostalgia is such a temptress. Drawing you in to a safe place. It feels good to linger for a moment and be at peace.

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