Childhood Home

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This may be a deeply psychological type question but has anyone ever been back to their childhood home and what was the experience like?

The reason i ask is that my childhood home/pub is being torn down today and it's a strange one :? I don't live there anymore by the way :shock:
 
Here goes...

Flat no. 1 - left this when I was almost stabbed by a nun (I am serious!) when I was 6 months old. Been torn down now.

House no. 1 - left here when I was about 8. Some memories and photos. Do stop and look at the place when passing

House no. 2 - still owned by my Dad. Don't like the place, not good memories. Will go and check attic some point just in case.... :D

Flat no. 2 - above a pub which has been turned into a Tesco Express.
 
I understand if you don't want to say, but how did it come about that a nun nearly stabbed you? That sounds very 'Tales of the Unexpected' :shock:

Speaking of attics, I thought about driving 70 miles today and rummaging through the wreckage of my old home as i know i lost a Greedo and a Imperial Trooper gun. The gun fell between floor boards and i couldn't quite reach it! That was thirty years ago and i know i will still be there! Arghhhh!
 
Apparently I cried too loudly and she flipped out. Never understood why a nun would live in such a place as it was literally the pits.
 
That's a scary image dude. For people who are supposed to serve God nuns sound frightening. There's an abandoned nunnery/orphanage in Preston near me and they were supposed to be well evil.

I've only ever had one attic with my stuff in and that's where i live now. Do people generally empty their lofts when they move? Check your parent's attic!
 
In my experience there are none so evil as those deep into religion.

When I moved into my house I went through the attic and found loads of stuff. Matchbox cars, bottles of fairy liquid from the 70s, and loads of odd stuff.

I threw the lot out :(
 
My folks still live in my childhood home. I work from there and I'm currently looking out the window into a garden that I can remember playing in from I was no age.
 
weasel said:
My folks still live in my childhood home. I work from there and I'm currently looking out the window into a garden that I can remember playing in from I was no age.

Cracking! That's pretty cool. What is it you do again Weaz?

I liked my childhood home too but it was in a shitter of an area (Dagenham!)

All been done up now, we had a nosey a few years ago and I think my parents did knock their once to speak to the new owners. Great memories there too.
 
Whenever I'm in Brighton or Louth (which is rarely) I try and swing by the houses we used to live in. It is weird seeing them, they look so familiar yet so different.
 
Whenever I see my childhood home (3 different houses but all within 5 miles of each other and all in Hampshire) I feel like a stranger in a familiar place - feels weird but still feel I belong there :?
 
Quite weird for me as i was born at home :D Got my first ever SW toys in that house aswell.Strange thing is that my ex work mate from my previous job(13yrs service) mentioned to me one day that his son was buying a house in the same road i was born in,and when he completed the purchase i picked him up from there one day and **** me,had had bought THE actual house i was born in.SPOOKY
 
My old house!

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x-pack said:
My old house!

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:cry:

:(

I wonder if there are a few vintage weapons lying in the rubble...?

I reckon there are a few vintage weapons tucked away in my childhood home, tucked away somewhere.
 
I know for a fact there is an Imperial Stormtrooper's blaster rifle in there somewhere. It fell between the floor boards and i couldn't quite reach it. Argh!
 
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