A few weeks back, I gave the Thursday Blog Project the topic of: My childhood home.
This topic was inspired by a trip to one of my old neighborhoods. It was to where my family lived in West Rogers Park area of Chicago. For many years I talked about living in this neighborhood, but I never quite knew where exactly in the area I lived. I mean, I had a street name, but no exact address or cross streets.
A few months back, I did an internet search on my dad. I was interested to see how much information was on the web about him considering he's been gone over 26 years. Among the information I found on him was a listing for a home we lived in when I was in pre-school. Even though I am often in the area this particular address is located, I have never actually driven past it... that is until a few weeks ago. I was with a friend and mentioned about this house, how it was in the area and how I often think about driving to the address, but never do so. They suggested as long as we were in the area we should take a spin by it. It was night time so I didn't see much of it, but I did go back a few days later.
Wow, it shrunk. Or, at least I think it shrunk. It was SOOO much smaller than I remember. Actually, the block we lived on was also smaller than I remember. (Figures, I was a lot shorter and smaller back then.) This isn't the first time I had this "I swear it was bigger than this" feeling. Cozy Corner in Oak Park is the perfect example. As I've written before, Cozy Corner is a diner my mom's parents use to take me to when I would spend the weekend with them. When I went back there for the first time since I was a kid, about 10 years ago, I was astounded by how small it actually was versus how big it was in my memory.
This past weekend I drove past a condo building my family lived in when I was child. It was an amazing space and I have very fond memories from our time there. I drive past it frequently, but this time I noticed it is for sale. I texted my mom to let her know this was the case. Her response, "Are you going to buy it?" Ha! That wasn't the reason I texted my mom, but it would be sorta cool to live there again... which I have no plans to do so. Oh, the many stories I have from that place. One of them being my favorite the day I learned the song, "Hinei Ma Tov" at the Jewish day school I attend. Or, how I use to roller skate across the dining room which had a wood floor. Did I mention the roller skates I was wearing had steel wheels? There was also the time I called my mom from my brother's room on our second line to ask for a cup of apple juice. I think by now you get the picture this home was filled with good memories.
Now that I've shared some of my thoughts on "My childhood home," please see what my fellow bloggers wrote on the topic: