Re: Your childhood home
I went back once, a couple of years after we moved. I didn't go inside, just looked at the outside, and was disappointed by how it looked - my Grandmother's rose garden was overgrown, and the front wall, which had been quite a feature, as it had a sort of zig-zag top (like the top of a castle) was a mess, with the formerly-white stucco was peeling off.
The last time I was in the area, about 15 years after leaving, I visited friends in the town (Ilford), but decided I didn't want to look at the house - or even the immediate neighbourhood - because I wanted to keep my memories.
Opposite the house was a Territorial Army base, with an incredible old house next to the road - all fancy brickwork and even a tower that looked a bit like a candle holder. Beside that was a huge horse chestnut tree, so the kids on my street always had plenty of conkers in the autumn. They pulled the house down shortly before we moved, and I heard that they cut down the tree and built a primary school on the property.
I'm sure that the row of shops at the top of the road would have changed totally, and lost the character I remembered. When I was a kid, there was a bakery that still baked on the premises, a butcher's, a greengrocer, a regular grocer, an ironmonger, a junk shop, a chemist, and a few more that I don't remember exactly – there might have been a shop selling sewing supplies. On the opposite corner, there was a sweet shop - a real, old-fashioned corner shop, with sweets in big glass jars, and a tray of "penny" sweets, like mojos and those rubbery shrimp sweets. It also sold newspapers, soft drinks, icecreams & ice lollys, and a few toys. Looking back, I can't imagine how they fitted everything in, as the whole shop was only about 10' x 10'. Even to a small child, the place seemed small and crowded.
The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.