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Yes, we lived in three houses as a kid. They were all a block apart. My parents still live in the house we moved to when I was 13.

My parents still live in the same APARTMENT. They moved in when I was a year old. For all of the years they've been renting, I wish they could own the property... I can't stand thinking that it would go to someone else... *sigh*

A couple of years ago my father and I drove by our old house in St. Louis near Tower Grove Park. When we moved away in 1985 the neighborhood was nice enough but not very hip and the house was one of the nicer ones on the block. Now the neighborhood seems to be a lot cooler, but sadly our old house is probably the most neglected one on the block :(

Oh, I think it would be so bizarre to not have seen the place where you grew up in many years, and have it be someone else's home. . . I guess that's the norm though, and I'm just so fortunate--my parents still live in the S.F. Queen Anne where I was brought straight from the hospital after being born. It would seriously break my heart if I couldn't go there anymore, and strangers lived there.

We built our second (my folks' current) house on a lot behind the first. We can still see the original house through the kitchen window of the current one.

I remember feeling weird because of all the changes the new owner did to the house. My mom and dad had put a lot of original work into the house and a lot of work in the
yard.

Funny how people can get so sentimental about a house. I guess that fits into the ethos of this site.

My dad still lives in the house that I lived in from mid-high school until I left for college. My brother was driving his kids past the house we spent our pre-high-school days in and the owner invited him in for a tour. I could have stopped by and gone in, but I want to remember the house exactly as it was and I feel that seeing the changes new owners have made would ruin those memories.

I'm fortunate that my Mom only lives about 2 miles away as the crow flies from the house I grew up in and about a mile from the house I was BORN in as she rents one half of a duplex family friends own so we get to see either house every now and then.

When we moved out of the house I grew up in, in 1985, it was still dark green w/ white trim and shutters, now it's tan and all the shutters on the front are missing, I think the front door and sidelights were replaced and the garage door replaced and all the trees have been cut down but non to replace them and there is supposidly a pool in the back yard as it went on the market a few years ago but we never got to take an open house tour to see how it faired inside.

When we left it, the house was in good shape, the upstairs carpeting was almost a decade old and in good shape, the kitchen cooktop and wall oven had been replaced, same with the sink and faucet, the dishwasher, while not new was about 12 years old if I"m not mistken at the time and the fridge was considerably newer but not new for we got it used.

We had put in carpeting downstairs to cover up the linoleum gray tiles all throughout the downstairs w/ some cool industrial type carpeting. I don't recall if we had or were going to have had the roof done when we sold it in 1985.

To this day I still dream of that house from time to time and would love to see how it faired inside, or not.

BTW, it was a typical 60's era split entry, nothing fancy.

We lived in a lot of small towns when I was young, and we used to sometimes take 'old homes tours', where we would drive past the houses where we used to live. Now I'm still pretty nomadic, but I like to drive past my old apartments when I'm in the area, just to see how things have changed.

And hey! I now live in Columbia, Missouri, not very far from Boonville.

My parents are actually now selling the house I grew up in and they have owned for over thirty years. I plan to go take the last pictures pretty soon. The empty rooms are hard to swallow, especially all the little pieces of nostalgia that are now almost built-in: paint spills on the basement floor, the sporadic wallpaper I always tried to peel off my bedroom walls in hopes of one day getting to redecorate completely, pencil marks testing newfound sharpness on the wall next to the old mounted pencil sharpener, etc.

Some day soon curbside pictures will be our only option.

Google Street View, how I love you.

We moved A LOT when I was a kid. I can now spend HOURS on Street View, finding my old homes, schools, everything.

It makes me very nostalgic, and really jogs my memories.

My parents just paid off their home which happens to be the one I was raised in from the age of 3 1/2. I can't imagine them living anywhere else.

1985-1990 we lived on a lot of land in a trailer.
Then from 1900-200 we lived in the same trailer on 34 acres about a mile from the lot of land we used to live on. From 2000 to currently we lived in a house on the 34 acres. In Hallsville, Mo! I don't care what anyone says, I like Missouri. Since July of last year I've been in Chicago.

How odd to see a mention of Boonville, Mo. I grew up in Columbia, Mo ... and now live in Columbia, S.C.!

I own my childhood home! My parents bought my it about 6 months before I was born, and until I went to college (and then on to many apartments in my 20's), I never lived anywhere else. My father is now downsizing, so he asked my wife and me if we'd like to buy my childhood home from him, and after MUCH debate, we said yes. I never wanted to live in this town when I was in high school, but it's funny how it can start looking pretty good when you see what else is out there. Now (we closed two weeks ago) begins the process of slowly making changes that will make it feel like OUR home, not my parents'.

In my childhood, we (as in my mom, me, and my siblings - stepdad came in after a few years) lived in five places before I hit 18. I have been by the two we lived the longest but one was an apartment we rented and the other is a house that belonged to my recently deceased grandfather. I actually don't find it all that weird I can't go back to my childhood home since I wasn't attached since we ever owned them - I'm sure others would feel differently. My parents moved shortly after I moved out - so everything is different here.

My parents recently moved two blocks from my childhood-grad school home and I can see it from their new place. And the place I was born is a block in the other direction. And even the house we lived in for a while in the country is in their mini-empire (owned, not rented now), so I get to see that too, so I don't have quite the nostalgia that I might...

Nope. They're a thousand lovely miles away, and I doubt I will ever bother to take the tour. I visit my Dad once in a while in the last of the bunch, but none of them hold any happy memories for me. Time marched on. Yay!

I'm only 19, and still living in one of the houses I lived in during my childhood, so that doesn't count. But the other two, well one my mom still owns is currently (and has been for the past 2 or 3 years) rented out to my best friend, so I see that one all the time. It's weird because my friend sleeps in the same room I did as a child. It looks a lot different now, actually nicer, but it's still weird. The backyard/woods behind the house are more nostalgic to me because they look exactly the same, except the old goatshed up the hill is more rundown than ever. The other house from my childhood is actually the house I was born in, and is about five minutes away from where I live now. It's on a lake which I have to drive around to visit a friend, so I see it all the time. I don't remember it all since I think we moved out when I was about six months old, but I have pictures of it from when we lived there and I think it's weird that it's cream instead of red now. I'm always tempted to stop by and ask if I could look around, but it's down a long driveway and I always feel awkward. It's been on the market a couple times, and every time I kind of wish I could buy it.