You can’t go home again

I was looking at the house I grew up in on Google Maps, and I noticed something that kind of made me sad.

That tan roofline behind the house. Apparently somebody build a house right in our back yard! Took out the tree my sister used to climb. Probably the swamp with the frogs you could hear at night, and the old car that my brother and his friends actually drove around on the dirt road back there, according to legend.

This is progress?

Also, apparently some hippies moved in across the street. I guess you can’t go home again.