I went to see my parents the other day and drove through the neighborhood that I grew up in. I guess everybody has fond memories of the house they grew up in. My parents bought this house right after my dad returned from WWII and we lived in it until I was about 13 years old. It was wild, because that year was the first year that I went to 'band camp' which was a week long trip out of town to focus on learning the show for the upcoming football season. I left for band camp from one house...they moved they week I was gone....and I went home to a different house. That..my friends.....is the way to move!
I drive by whenever I'm close just to check on it. I've never gotten up the nerve to knock on the door. Maybe I will some day...
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