Exhaused afterwards from a busy day, we headed home for some quiet time and a fun bath.
You don't raise heroes; you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes. ~ Walter Schirra Sr.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Locust Street
This is the house I grew up in... from just a few months old until the day I left for Clemson. That upstairs dormer window was my bedroom.
I had planned on going by it before we even stepped on the plane, but I can't tell you how emotional it was to see it. Just to be back in Perrysburg, or even Ohio, in general. Not having been back in so long, there were so many memories that I had put away and not thought about for many, many years. Just driving through my old neighborhood, I would point out where all of my friends lived, where I rode my bike, the Pizza Hut we'd go to after football games... so many memories came flooding back so fast. It was almost overwhelming, hard to believe it was all so long ago. The rest of my trip was filled with these memories swimming around in my head, making me wonder what else I had forgotten and where all of my friends are now. It is unbelieveable to me how quickly they got lost when I left town and moved on to the next part of my life, and I have resolved not to let so much time go by between visits... I don't want to lose all of these memories for good.
After my drive-by of the house, Lois and I took Dean, Jackson and Harris across the street to my old elementary school, Toth Elementary, to play on the playground.
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