posted on Jun, 21 2014 @ 07:59 PM
It does noes not feel like it did when i was growing up in our country it just doesn't.
I understand how you feel Czulkang. I'm 63 years old, this is NOT the America I grew up in. I see a whole generation of young children growing
up never knowing the stress free life I did. It makes me very sad.
It's never the same as you remember it. You can never go home again. Every successive generation will say, "it's not like when I was growing up,"
because it's not. Some of it is the changes in society and some of it is the changes in your own perspective and the effects of nostalgia.
Some years ago, I returned to my hometown in Georgia after having been away for maybe seven years. My brother picked us up at the airport and I asked
him to drive through town on the way to my parent's house — partly because I had an intense urge to gorge myself on barbecue and brunswick stew, but
also because I wanted to show my wife around my old stomping grounds.
I was shocked. After I'd moved away, the county had experienced a drastic influx of new residents and with them came the massive housing developments,
shopping centers, restaurants, convenience stores, pharmacies, churches, etc. The small town I'd come from had ceased to exist in anything but memory.
Even my high school had completely changed in that relatively short span of time. The football stadium I'd played in on Friday nights had been redone
and renamed, a new field house stood in place of the old familiar one and almost nothing about anything seemed familiar.
We drove out into the sticks, what they call "pine barrens" around here, to my parent's house which thankfully looked much the same as I remembered. I
hadn't seen my parents in probably 4 years, since my grandmother's funeral, and I remember thinking how much older they looked than in my mind's eye.
It was during this trip that it really sunk in for me, the truth in the saying... you can never go home again.
edit on 2014-6-21 by
theantediluvian because: (no reason given)