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Childhood Homes…

At the age of two months, my parents bought what I call my childhood home. At six years old, after my parents divorced, we moved out to the home my mom still lives in. The photo above shows the home as it looked when my parents bought it in 1973—a new subdivision surrounded by farm land. They were able to choose the color of the home (maybe mustard and brown were popular back then) and also do all of the landscaping. Even though I was pretty young when we lived there, I distinctly remember the address and even the phone number we had back then to this day. Ugh.

Anyhow, over the weekend Wifey™ and I took a drive and ended up in the same area where my childhood home was. I knew the address, but had no clue how to find it in the maze of home that now dot what used to be fields of farms. I did remember the freeway exit and that was about it. Wifey™ and I then began the hour-long search for this home I lived in over 25 years ago. Finding a needle in a haystack would have been easier. Most of the street names have been changed making the task even more difficult. And a call to my mom didn’t help at all, since the streets she remembered didn’t exist anymore.

Regardless, we drove through the streets, taxing my memory to the max. After about an hour we arrived in a neighborhood that felt familiar to me. Not so much the neighborhood, but the style of the homes in the neighborhood and I told Wifey™ that the home had to be close because the architecture was starting to become similar.

A couple turns later and we’d found it. In fact, we weren’t even sure it was the right house because of the large bush in front of the street numbers on the house, but based on the numbers to the left and right, it HAD to be the right house. I snapped a few shots and we headed home.

Anyone else remember their childhood home? And it doesn’t count if your parents are still living there.

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