I know some people still live in their childhood home.
I am going to my grandma's old house soon.
I drove past it on my way home from my fella's work this morning.
The lady who currently own's it was taking her son to school.
I had a quick chat with her because my gran lived in that house for approximately 50 year's.
I have so many memories of the house.
My grandad's tomato plants and stews.
My gran always reading mills and boon, drinking tea and being a great gardener and lovely person.
My gran died in 2004 but her memory lives on and the next door neighbour is the same and talks about her sometimes.
She had 6 children one of them my father who will be 60 in July this year.
Unfortunately her youngest son Robert died during an operation on his heart when he was about 12.
My uncle Ian also was involved in a terrible road accident when he was about 5.
She cared for Ian until her death and was a great lady.
I miss her and her strength and I am looking forward to visiting the house soon because the lady has invited me over on monday.