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When you go back do you visit the old home place ?

Talked to my older brother on Thanksgiving , he always mentions when you come visit we'll go see all the families old places . Trip down memory lane .

Did it for years - big fields we played ball in sure did shrink .

Haven't been to where I was raised since the late 80's.

I have gone every couple of years, usually for some family function or another. Really as much obligation as anything. Learned very early "you can't ever go home".

Have no reason to go back to West PA....

my brother '223' died 2 yrs ago.........

Other family were long gone before that

Oh yeah.

All the hills in the neighborhood seem smaller. Distances between buddies homes seem shorter. Many of the wood lots where we rode bikes, motorcycles, snuck cigs and beer, girls etc....have been developed.

Many things have changed. Many haven’t.


Good memories.

My trailer park is now a Kroger, I cut another kid’s throat with a hermit crab shell.

Yep and Everything does look so much smaller.

Each time I return, I remember why I left.

My parents still live where I “grew up”. I hunt there each weekend but 4days is the Max I can deal with being there. Nice ADK town but nothing I miss or can deal with for an extended amount of time.

Left the Peoples Republic of Maryland in 1990. My father moved back there in ‘95 from Florida, so I had to visit the Eastern Shore occasionally over the years, then countless times last year as he declined and then died this Spring. Most of his business is over, so hopefully I can keep to my plan of never crossing the line into that Leftist Nirvana again.

As they say, a great place to be from.....

Bingo

My wife escaped the family farm/ranch when she went to college. She's never had regrets.

In the immortal words of a great band....

The poolhall I loved as a kid is now a 7-11.

Social distortion...

Story of my life
Well, high school seemed like such a blur
I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections
And in class I dreamed all day
About a rock 'n' roll weekend
And the girl in the front of the room
So close yet so far, you know she never seemed to notice
That this silly school-boy crush wasn't just pretend
Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
The story of my life
And I went down to my old neighborhood
The faces have all changed, there's no one there left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven
And I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak of
And I looked at the holes in my jeans
And turned and headed back
Life goes by so fast
You only wanna do what you think is right
Close your eyes and it's past
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
And good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer
And I think about the good times we had
And why they had to end
So I sit at the edge of my bed
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song
Thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now
And when you're comin' back
Life goes by so fast
You only wanna do what you think is right
Close your eyes and it's past
Story of my life

That's a ghey band....err "group"

Left MI in 91 when I went in the military. Wife wanted to move back in 2013 so our daughter can know our family, since my folks have had better days and it didn't look good at the time.

Been here 7 years, hated it and my parents are still alive. That's a good thing but bad for me. I could have spent more time in AK.

The ranch is now a subdivision.

You can't go home. It no longer exists. I do get back to the town I grew up in every few years. I used to know everyone. Now, maybe 5% on a good day.

Let's face it. The America we grew up in does not exist. It's gone.

Yes, and the old woodchuck fields are all subdivisions now. A bit sad.