Went for a run in the neighborhood I grew up in and made an effort to pass by all of my old friends' houses. Some of the families are still there, some have moved on. My intention wasn't to make any stops...just wanted to pass by, remember a moment in time, and keep moving.
Passing each house was like watching pieces of a re-run of my life...some of the memories were so vivid.
The weirdest part is how big I felt. Literally. It was as if I was a giant and I could step on the houses and jump over the ponds. My neighborhood felt like a teeny square block, not the miles and miles of dirt roads I remembered.