Going back to where you were raised

Went back once to the flats where I was born in London, and they’ve all been bought, I could not afford to live there now. My cousin and I recently took my mum down memory lane to where she and my cousin lived in London. Mum says they were some of the best days of her life.

@Chestnut, interesting to compare the photos, it's the angle of the camera lens causing the discrepancy, cameras can't lie as such but can mislead, probably any estate agent's photos of houses prove that

Because my childhood homes were all demolished I thought my children would have a fondness for theirs but they don’t seem to have any emotional attachment to the place. I’d give anything to be able to see my old home again. My cousin still lives in the little terraced house that her parents lived in and I love that house because my dad used to take me there as a child. The tiny garden seemed huge to me back then and I still remember the bus ride that took us past Saltley gas works. And because we always went on a Sunday they always seemed to be cooking cabbage.

*Happysexegenariaan, what a lovely story.

Went back a few years ago to see the house in a small market town where we lived with my grandmother and aunt. The old day nursery was turned into a sitting room and the night nursery became a small kitchen. We slept on the top floor. After my GM died we moved into the rest of the house, and later it was sold to the Abbeyfield society who turned it into an old people's home. Some years later it was sold again. The house is now in private hands and looks rather run down.