No,but went back to old primary school and had a look round.Everything was tiny![]()
Where I lived as a kid is only about a mile or so away from where I live now. I drove past the other day, pulled the car up in front, and just had a look.
That house is where my best memories still live. Has anyone ever actually been back inside their childhood home? I am dying to do so, but something tells me it would be a bad idea (even *if* the new owners don't think I am trying to burgle the place) - it would not be as I remembered, and I am sure I would hate whatever they had done to 'my' house!
Just wondered if anyone else here has seen their old home, and what memories it had stirred.....the first thing I always think when I see my old house is that it's smaller than before...or am I bigger?
~Smee_1972 x![]()
No,but went back to old primary school and had a look round.Everything was tiny![]()
I drive past my old home everyday on my way to and from work, sometimes sneak a quick look inside when the blinds are open, but don't think i'd want to go in, i have my memories and i wouldn't want anything to spoil them.
"Raggy dolls, Raggy Dolls, dolls like you and me" "Raggy Dolls, Raggy Dolls, made imperfectly"
oh i wud love to go bk to the house where i grew up i often dream about it sad i know but sadly i no its never gonna happen i do see it now and again wen im feeling down i go sit down the road and just watch...lol i bet the street think they have a stalker....hahahaha
I still live in the same house.![]()
when i was a kid my mum and dad had a pub in Kendal.......everytime i go back there i call in ,have a drink and bore the *** of my wife with stories of my youth there.
many a happy memory![]()
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.
Would love to go and have alook at the old place,but i grew up in a flat and they were pulled down about 10 years ago![]()
A place in South London until I was 6, then another house in Surrey from 6 to early twenties. I've been back to look a the outside of the London house a couple of times and actually lived near the Surrey one into my thirties so saw that often from the street. A few years ago, my parents actually contacted the current owners of the latter and went to have a look round. The very 70s wooden-effect cladding my father had fixed to one wall of the lounge was still there!!
Having grown up on a farm in rural Ireland, my folks are still alive there thank God. I live about 10miles away & spend weekends there when Mrs.Aidan is gone to her folks ( about every 2-3 months ).
There wouldn't be the same level of house-moving in the country ( not here anyway ) as in the cities I'd imagine.