I was sitting with my boyfriend at dinner when I got an idea…”Can you google the house where you grew up? I would love to see it!”
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Then it occurred to me how fun that could be for anybody! What does the house *you* grew up in look like now?
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My house was a modest one story with one bathroom for our family of four. The address was “Apple Lane” because we literally had an orchard in the backyard. I remember coming inside from playing on a hot and humid Illinois summer day and laying down on the floor under the attic fan in our only hallway to cool off.
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My boyfriend grew up in a 2-story Victorian in Oakland, “west” Oakland, as he always points out. The photo of the well kept home gave me a window on his early life I otherwise couldn’t imagine. I could see him wandering up the front steps after school and dropping his backpack inside before heading to the fridge for something to eat.
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My memories of waiting with my Mom in our tiny kitchen for my Dad to come home for a family dinner or peeking anxiously out my bedroom window for my date to pick me up will always be the first things that come to mind, but these days a simple “Google” is a snapshot of our lives.
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Then it occurred to me how fun that could be for anybody! What does the house *you* grew up in look like now?
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My house was a modest one story with one bathroom for our family of four. The address was “Apple Lane” because we literally had an orchard in the backyard. I remember coming inside from playing on a hot and humid Illinois summer day and laying down on the floor under the attic fan in our only hallway to cool off.
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My boyfriend grew up in a 2-story Victorian in Oakland, “west” Oakland, as he always points out. The photo of the well kept home gave me a window on his early life I otherwise couldn’t imagine. I could see him wandering up the front steps after school and dropping his backpack inside before heading to the fridge for something to eat.
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My memories of waiting with my Mom in our tiny kitchen for my Dad to come home for a family dinner or peeking anxiously out my bedroom window for my date to pick me up will always be the first things that come to mind, but these days a simple “Google” is a snapshot of our lives.
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Have you Googled where you grew up? Does the picture look like the house in your imagination?
