I was at the dentist today in Montreal and decided to pop in on my old next-door neighbour. She's so great. We had a great visit and she even gave me lunch.
I lived right next door to these great neighbours, from age 5 to 22. I can sill picture my grandfather sitting on a similar chair, watching all the kids playing on that quiet street. A great place to grow up.
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I love driving by my old neighbourhoods. She must have loved seeing you again.
Your house reminds me a lot of the house that I grew up in!
The houses we grew up in are so important. I haven't seen mine in over 30 years, but I still dream about it. Your childhood home does look like it was a great place for growing up.
This reminds me of visiting with my mother her childhood neighbour. The woman was so pleased to see my mother that she went to her garden, cut off a cauliflower and gave it to us. I was about 9 and thought this had to be the stupidest gift. Now I am 63 and in 30 years of gardening have never managed to grow a decent cauliflower. Needless to say, I long ago had to revise my opinion of that gift and of the woman who grew it.
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