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THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD
I was looking at a picture of my old neighborhood the other day. Wow, there was the house that I grew up in. That small 2 story house is still standing, much like I remember it. I was surprised, it really hadn’t changed that much. They haven’t built a Wal-mart on the corner yet, I didn’t see any new condo’s, and the kids still fish and skate on old Milton Lake, just a few blocks away.
The small neighborhood park across the street, where I first learned to play baseball, has not given way to the developer’s bulldozer blade. In the basement of that house I took my first piano lesson on an old player piano. As I stared at the photo, I thought back on all my young friends and could remember their names and just what houses they lived in. More memories rushed back when I thought of the quiet side street where my dad taught me to ride my first bike.
I’ve not been back there, in many years, but I can remember living there, in great detail. We knew all the neighbors by name back then, we had block parties, and everyone watched out for other peoples kids.. Friends, family, and good carefree times ..Even though I have changed, and the world has changed, the old neighborhood looks remarkably the same. Strangely, there is a certain degree of comfort in seeing that.
I think we all have fond memories of that one home, that one time, and the people and friends that meant so much to us, as we grew up. It really didn’t matter how long we lived there, there was just something “special” about that house. Or maybe, I’m just lucky and had a special childhood.
As I think back, I can tell you, that if I was writing this on paper, you’d probably find a tear mark or two. Most of us will move on to many homes, and many neighborhoods, but each of us will always hold a special place in our hearts, for that one special place.
Even though it may be many years down the road, I think a lot of us occasionally take a sentimental journey back to that old house, to visit those old memories, even if it’s just in our thoughts and our dreams.
I was looking at a picture of my old neighborhood the other day. Wow, there was the house that I grew up in. That small 2 story house is still standing, much like I remember it. I was surprised, it really hadn’t changed that much. They haven’t built a Wal-mart on the corner yet, I didn’t see any new condo’s, and the kids still fish and skate on old Milton Lake, just a few blocks away.
The small neighborhood park across the street, where I first learned to play baseball, has not given way to the developer’s bulldozer blade. In the basement of that house I took my first piano lesson on an old player piano. As I stared at the photo, I thought back on all my young friends and could remember their names and just what houses they lived in. More memories rushed back when I thought of the quiet side street where my dad taught me to ride my first bike.
I’ve not been back there, in many years, but I can remember living there, in great detail. We knew all the neighbors by name back then, we had block parties, and everyone watched out for other peoples kids.. Friends, family, and good carefree times ..Even though I have changed, and the world has changed, the old neighborhood looks remarkably the same. Strangely, there is a certain degree of comfort in seeing that.
I think we all have fond memories of that one home, that one time, and the people and friends that meant so much to us, as we grew up. It really didn’t matter how long we lived there, there was just something “special” about that house. Or maybe, I’m just lucky and had a special childhood.
As I think back, I can tell you, that if I was writing this on paper, you’d probably find a tear mark or two. Most of us will move on to many homes, and many neighborhoods, but each of us will always hold a special place in our hearts, for that one special place.
Even though it may be many years down the road, I think a lot of us occasionally take a sentimental journey back to that old house, to visit those old memories, even if it’s just in our thoughts and our dreams.
P.I.B
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