Mar. 14th, 2006

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I keep forgetting to mention this.

As my dad and I were driving to Boston from Maine we stopped over in Andover, which, for those of you who don't know, was where I used to live. We drove though downtown, bits of which I recognized, and drove down my street, past the pond and the waterfall. And then we stopped at our old house. Not much has changed. The tree in the front yard was smaller. And the big old rocks by the road seem to have shrunk. I remember having issues climbing up the tallest one, but now I'm taller than it. Dad took a picture while I drifted off in memories. The new owner came to the window and was probably like, "What the fuck are these people doing?" so that was when we drove off.

Oh man. Memory lane, man. It was such a mind trip. I can't fully describe it. It's like finding a toy you had when you were a kid that you thought your parents had thrown away, and you find it in a box in the attic one day and sit and play with it again. I can't get over how small those rocks had gotten.

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