I went to a park the other day. The park has a new tennis complex in the location where the county agricultural center used to be.
I remember as a kid my grandfather would take us kids there to show livestock. After we were done, we'd get a foil wrapped ham and biscuit from one of the vendors that would usually show up.
I remember this one time my cousin got his biscuit and my cousin had ran off into the stands. After awhile, we all finally found him. Sitting on the top row of seats. He said, "Hey granddaddy, you said we could watch a bit before we left." And so we all did. (Rest of story in replies)
9 months ago · 👍 ruby_witch, xoagray, jr_the_frog
It's a haunting feeling. There's a few sites like this in my past and every time I get near one it just feels strange. Either the thing doesn't exist at all anymore, or it's old and broken down. I feel a little like one of the ghosts that haunts these places every time I am near them because my memories live in that space. I wonder sometimes if that's what ghosts really are? Memories that are just so strong they stick around, sometimes after everything else is gone, including us. · 9 months ago
I know this feeling of nostalgia which is impossible to satisfy. I've visited my grandparent's old house, but they're long gone now. Even though I know perfectly well what is on the other side of the door, I'm forbidden to enter: someone else lives there now. · 9 months ago
Both my cousin and grandfather are dead and I have this memory of people who do not exists in a place that doesn't exist. It was a feeling I don't have a word for. It's odd but I feel that whatever this is, I'll feel more of it as a continue to age. · 9 months ago