I live in the house and neighborhood that I grew up in! The house is a 107 year old Victorian, and it's been in my family since the 1950's There's only been ten years out of my life that I didn't live in this house.
Most of the nieghborhood has remained the same and now they get to see my kids (the third generation) growing up in the same house in the same nieghborhood.
It's quite nostalgic, but there is a little old women across the street that still reminds me everytime she sees me that I used to like to run around the yard with no clothes on when I was three or four years old.
She also remembers I raided her garden and ate all her peas one summer. Oh well now it's her that likes to run around the nieghborhood half dressed (not really she's still pretty sharp)
Anyway I was the first one on the block to get a spa and now there are four.
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