Have you ever visited your childhood home? Or the last place you remember as a kid growing up?

Question

What did it feel like?

Answer 1

I used to, but not anymore.

After my Mom died, my Dad remarried. On their 1st Thanksgiving, my Dad's "new" family was in the dining room while my sister's family & I ate in the kitchen. That is when I felt like that house had stopped being a home.

My Dad died a few years later and the house was sold. There was a large holly tree in the side yard that was planted when I was born. The last time I drove by, the new owners had removed it. I don't drive by there anymore.

Answer 2

The first time I went back after being away for years and living in other places. My perspective of my home and the neighborhood had changed. For example, when your a kid things might seem much better or larger then when you grow up. When your a kid there's certain things you don't think about usually such as statis...ect.

But everytime I do get a chance to go back I drive all over the place to relive the places I knew so well and to see all the changes.

This feeling that I get when I go back is hard to explain. The best way is just to tell you that it fills a hole in my heart and I feel that its were I belong.

The state and town I was born in no matter where I live will always be home to me, even though I no longer have any family there, its still home. And I haven't lived in that state for 35 years now. I'd love to move back.

Answer 3

Here is your answer: I'm going to assume that you were probably this boy's best friend in the neighborhood growing up and he was always welcomed at your house. And because of this, he was at your house regularly. And because his own home was so chaotic, he hung out at your home a lot. Because of this, he developed almost a sibling-like relationship with you and no wonder he didn't want to be paired up with anyone else at school. You were the most accepting of him and he was comfortable with you. His abuse of small animals reflects the abuse that he, himself had as a child. And its a bad sign. But I assume this boy has been out of your life for awhile now, right? So, if I were you, reflecting back on what he did not attention, the way he abused small animals and the way he got you into trouble for what he did as a sign of a very trouble kid who doesn't have a good future. I'm sorry that you were his victim then and I'm sure someone new is his victim now.... But he was a victim from the beginning. I'm sorry.

Answer 4

Yes. After 34 years when we were forced to migrate. The partition of India, in 1947, forming two independent countries Pakistan-India. There was a mass migration, under duress,un-paralleled by the tales of Exodus or The Jews leaving Germany; with bloodshed that occured no where else. The Hindu/Sikh leaving for India, The Muslims leaving for Pakistan's territory.I was welcomed back in my childhood home, by the only one present in the house, a lady.Sher was very courteous. The house was in the same shape that we left.

Answer 5

A few years ago my parents sold the Family home and moved into a smaller more manageable trailer. We'd lived at the old place for 42 of my 45 years. It was hard to let the House go but seeing my parents happy and content in their new place is really all that matters now. mama doesn't have to manage stairs and Father doesn't have to contend with nasty -- and I mean *nasty* -- neighbors. They're at peace and so am I. I drove by recently and found that the old House has children in it. That's all I could ask for. The old place always was a safe haven for kids. Now I'm content too. :)

Answer 6

I did over the summer. I lived on base in hawaii for 6 years and I had the best of friends in my neighborhood. but being children of people in the military, we all had to move away. So when I took a vacation to hawaii, I felt a need to go visit my old childhood neighborhood. When I saw it I felt a pang of sadness that I'm not a kid anymore, and that all my friends had moved away. The whole neighborhood was empty, and had no one living in it. it was going to be bulldozed. But I'm glad I got to see it before it was destroyed.

but seeing all those memories, I realized that I had a happy childhood and though i made some mistakes, I know I wouldn't have it spent anyway else.

I'm going to Utah over the summer and while I'm there, i'm going to visit my friend who also lived in that neighborhood with me. I'm going to tell him all about what I saw. I wonder how he'll react.

Happy holidays!

Answer 7

Yes. I have visited the home where I had good memories and the place that only gave me bad memories.
I felt a sadness at both homes and a since of closure. I would recommend every1 visit and old home.
I think that going back to places that one used to live in is good for the memory and good for cleansing.

Answer 8

When I was 7 or 8 (I'm now 58), my family moved from a house that my father had built for us. I loved this house. Our new place was nearby. One day, I asked my younger sister if she wanted to knock on the door of the new owners of our house and ask them if we could go in and look at the house we used to live in (kids weren't supervised very much in those days!). We went in, looked around in the kitchen and entrance. The new owners had changed the look of the kitchen. I didn't like it. I felt bad because I missed our old house. Anyway, I felt a little sad when we left the house.

Answer 9

Yes. My parents still live there. Visiting makes me feel like I am back in high school again. Most of my stuff is still in my old room and you can still see where I drew on the walls with permanent marker. I don't go back often since I live 900 miles away and have my own house, but still I talk of that as "home".

Answer 10

Every Sunday I visit my parents so....it's not that big of a deal.

I did go to the city in which I was born a few years ago and found the house where my family lived before I was born. It was strange seeing my "first" home (I was an infant when we moved).