Nostalgia Day

I took a nostalgic trip to the suburbs last week, after Miles expressed a desire to see the house where I grew up. I did that, and more.

From my Dad's east suburban house, we headed south and west to Henrietta, my district and where I lived from aged 2-18 (we lived in the city when I was an infant).

My enormous high school was unchanged, as far as I could see.

My old church, which my family attended from before I was born until 2001, is quite different. When I went, it was just the brick bit. they've also replaced the playground with something newer. I'm quite happy about both these changes, since the addition means the congregation is growing, and the old playground, quite frankly, was probably going to kill someone one day.

I got a couple photos of the places I spent the most time, however.

I was up this tree every other Sunday.

These swings were some of my first memories. The building housed my old daycare, so I really spent like every day of the week there for a while. These swings saw a lot of me, at every age.

After enjoying the new playground, I drove the kids to the townhouse where I grew up.

It's small, but it was my home from age 2-16.

Those trees have matured a lot! You were hard pressed to find shade when I lived there.

Most of the playgrounds I remember have been replaced. NYS seems to have a vendetta against the wooden playgrounds. Now they are mostly plastic, but at the site of one where I spent a lot of time we found a metal one.

At the neighborhood pool, we even ran into my childhood friend, there with her kids and expecting her third. It was a perfect pilgrimage!