overdose of nostalgia
I had an amazing experience Sunday night. Before heading up to Alexandria, Minnesota I decided to swing by my old neighborhood. I knocked on the door of my old house and the owner actually gave us a tour! I hadn't stepped foot inside that house in probably twenty-five years!
The most amazing part was the way different rooms released different memories. I look at the garage door and remember my dad surprising us one Christmas by walking in with a dog in his jacket. The backyard reminded me of the night I went out to check on our bunny rabbits and one of them I had died. I went in to the house and told my parents, "Teddy is hard." When I walked into the kitchen I could smell and taste and see the Christmas cookies on the counter. And my room reminded me of Big Foot. And oh yah, I saw the actual toilet where I was toilet trained :)
I even went and talked to a neighbor that still lives across the street. I got the brief update on what some of my childhood friends are doing these days. It was an overdose of nostalgia.
The most amazing part was the way different rooms released different memories. I look at the garage door and remember my dad surprising us one Christmas by walking in with a dog in his jacket. The backyard reminded me of the night I went out to check on our bunny rabbits and one of them I had died. I went in to the house and told my parents, "Teddy is hard." When I walked into the kitchen I could smell and taste and see the Christmas cookies on the counter. And my room reminded me of Big Foot. And oh yah, I saw the actual toilet where I was toilet trained :)
I even went and talked to a neighbor that still lives across the street. I got the brief update on what some of my childhood friends are doing these days. It was an overdose of nostalgia.
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