This month we pack up the first childhood home I remember living in. I have a vague memory of my arrival aged 3 years old and I just realised in the blink of an eye 50 years have passed. Memories…I moved out a few years later but my aunt continued to live there until her death last year.
I love my brain’s ability to create and hold onto these moments, even when people and places disappear from our lives, they can and do live on in our memories.
Did it feel bittersweet? The childhood home I remember most where my family stayed for nine years was demolished. We didn’t know this, so one day we just decided to visit but it completely hurt us that our memories vanished into nothing. The space where we ate, slept, played and studied was gone, disappeared to only a block of land.
It still shocks me to this day, we didn’t own it but I wished the owners contacted us since we did stay there for nine years. But that’s capitalism for you, if you don’t own the property it’s not yours. Even if you lived in it, made memories and looked after it…
But your post made me appreciate that the memories still live within us. My childhood home might of disappeared but the experience living there didn’t and will always stay with me. Thank you for reminding me about this
The home we moved into after moving out of my aunt’s house got knocked down and turned into a housing estate some years after we moved out as did my secondary school site, so I do understand that ‘memories being trampled on’ experience.
The house was on a small hospital site which was closed down so we had some time to prepare. In the in between phase of closed hospital and our move out date we had the childhood dream of a contained little world with roads and buildings minus the staff and cars so it became a great place to roam on bikes and foot!
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Reply1988 -❣️Mother Bean❣️
February 10, 2023 at 9:23 PM
February 11th – Love February
This month we pack up the first childhood home I remember living in. I have a vague memory of my arrival aged 3 years old and I just realised in the blink of an eye 50 years have passed. Memories…I moved out a few years later but my aunt continued to live there until her death last year.
I love my brain’s ability to create and hold onto these moments, even when people and places disappear from our lives, they can and do live on in our memories.
Love February
Linarrick
February 10, 2023 at 10:06 PM
Did it feel bittersweet? The childhood home I remember most where my family stayed for nine years was demolished. We didn’t know this, so one day we just decided to visit but it completely hurt us that our memories vanished into nothing. The space where we ate, slept, played and studied was gone, disappeared to only a block of land.
It still shocks me to this day, we didn’t own it but I wished the owners contacted us since we did stay there for nine years. But that’s capitalism for you, if you don’t own the property it’s not yours. Even if you lived in it, made memories and looked after it…
But your post made me appreciate that the memories still live within us. My childhood home might of disappeared but the experience living there didn’t and will always stay with me. Thank you for reminding me about this
Love, February
Reply1988 -❣️Mother Bean❣️
February 10, 2023 at 10:17 PM
The home we moved into after moving out of my aunt’s house got knocked down and turned into a housing estate some years after we moved out as did my secondary school site, so I do understand that ‘memories being trampled on’ experience.
The house was on a small hospital site which was closed down so we had some time to prepare. In the in between phase of closed hospital and our move out date we had the childhood dream of a contained little world with roads and buildings minus the staff and cars so it became a great place to roam on bikes and foot!