Do you ever close your eyes and see the place where you used to live when you were young?

Answer 1

Okay...I waited for 30 full minutes to answer this...

"When you were young" by The Killers

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save your from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you Used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

And...just to add my two cents...I close my eyes and remember my Granparents house...that was the only constant I had in my life growing up...my parents and I moved so much the homes we lived in were a blur.

Answer 2

I try to visualize the first house I remember living in. I think I remember the floor plan. I remember we had a big claw-footed bathtub, a big front porch, a basement that seemed like a mildewed cave, a play room off the kitchen, a long flight of stairs. It was a big white box of a house. We moved out when I was 6 or 7. I sometimes have dreams about the houses I lived in when I was older. They are uncomfortable dreams where I'm in the house as me, the adult, but I'm there as a trespasser and the new owners are just about to discover me.

Answer 3

Yes... and then I went back after not seeing it in years and years, and I felt like I was walking around in a dreamworld. There was that Italian man who suddenly started having visions (literally hallucinations) of the town in Italy where he grew up as a child. The visions were so clear, he set up a canvas in front of one of them one day and just started painting away over what he saw (with no experience painting, mind you). The results are pretty amazing. You can see some of the paintings and read about his remarkable story (and many others) in the excellent Oliver Sack's book "An Anthropologist on Mars".

Answer 4

Mmm! yes I do! It was a tiny house, and we didn't live there for many years but there are some very good memories bound up in that place.
A couple of years ago me and my dad went for a walk. As chance would have it our route took us past the old place. A we walked past he pointed out a big silver birch tree in the front garden and told me he had planted that when I was born. To see the tree all grown up and exactly as old as me was such a good feeling, I can't really give it words.My dad is a very cool guy

Answer 5

Ok, I know Mon'Noggin got this one, but just so I can be a smart--- I will say: No I open my eyes really wide, open my front door and look across the road to my Mom's old house, the place where I was born and grew up... I am a fortunate person in this respect, I suppose, was born into a happy family, grew up in that place of love and peace.

Answer 6

The old home looks the same as I step off the greyhound, and there to meet me is my mama and papa and lawyer, down the road there runs Mary, hair in curlers and armpits hairy, It's good to touch and smoke the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing, Tho the paint is cracked and dry, think I'll give the old home depot a try. And there's that old oak tree I used to play on, and my dog used to pee on. It's good to see the rusted pick up trucks, refrigerators and tires in front of home.

Answer 7

Yes and sometimes I see places I would love to live now.

Answer 8

Yes, I do. I still go back and look at the house every couple of years. It hasn't changed much. There are just a lot more cars on the street.

Answer 9

Of course, I keep thinking about the times where I lived in italy, and I can still see it.

Answer 10

for me it is more a scent than a picture in my mind.
Ever walk down the street and some scent catches you and it immediately transports you back to somewhere far away and a long time ago.....