The names of streets are like memories engraved in the pavement. Each crack draws a different story; a different time that almost seems like a lifetime ago. Flashbacks hit you like the breeze and, like it, are gone in an instant.
This is your hometown.
The town is more than a tack on a map. Landmarks are not just landmarks; they are reminders of a specific class or a particular person that you met there. Names of restaurants aren’t just typical restaurants; they were hubs for studying or hanging out with friends on a Saturday night. This place is an adventure, a memory and a real-life scrapbook.
Certain sights, smells or sounds can take you back to your younger days – possibly from age three to age seventeen and all ages in-between. Maybe you will wish for it back. Maybe you will relish that moment for what it was worth. Maybe you will never know how pivotal that moment was until now. Maybe you will see how much you have grown and changed over the course of your life – and none of that would have happened were it not for this place.
This is the town that raised you. This is the town that was your safe haven for so many years. This is the town that made you the individual that you are today. This is the town that saw you grow up. This is the town that will always be in your heart no matter how far away you are.
It will always be home, but the memories were not.