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I just drove virtually down the street to the house I spent most of my childhood in courtesy of Google Maps street view. Quite sobering to see a tree that I used to jump over now tower what I'm estimating to be some 70 feet tall. Um... wow.. yes, a blink of an eye indeed....
Another fun memory hit me viewing that. The house just south of ours was lower than ours for being on a hill, and at some point a couple who previously lived on my former (by then) paper route moved in there.
The kicker? I was a freshman in high school, and the daughter they brought with them was a senior. And a goddess. And she frequently sunbathed on a lawn chair on their back patio, which just so happened to be a perfectly unobstructed view from my south-facing bedroom window.
Ay yi yi..... :-)
First part sounds sentimental
Second part sounds steamy 😳
Some weeks (months?) back I visited Google StreetView, Maps, Earth, etc. and I scrolled down the street I grew up on, and in front (when I lived there, 20 years ago) was a HUGE pine tree, and it was easily double the height of the house. Now, it is possibly triple that size. I'd climb it until I felt that the branches were too thin to support my weight, and get a great view of the 'burbs below, which was good, because our house was atop a hill.
Now, a religious fellow occupies the house. I have friends still in "the old hood", and they say when they see the dude coming/going from there, that he will always depart company with, "have a blessed day", and has some religious ephemera in the window.
It's a trip, seeing old places like that. I could never (re)visit the old town, because I would surely have some sort of psychological setback, and drudge up old (repressed) memories from wild days gone by.
I left that neighborhood (for good) when I was 18, and was taken for a psychiatric commitment by police officers after a complete meltdown of civility and sanity between me and some family members. I think I may have glanced back at the old place when the police vehicle was leaving, but is that last time I will ever see that structure (in person).
Strange, wild times. Indeed. Odd to think about.