I was blessed enough to live in the same place for the first 18 years of my life surrounded by tons of family. My grandparents bought a bunch of land shortly after I was born and distributed it amongst their kids. When they poured the foundation of their house, they stamped my tiny one and a half year old footprints in it.
Even though things are different now, when I close my eyes, I can envision the year 1984 when my grandfather was alive and working in his shed making crab traps.
The memories are just so vivid. I enjoy coming back home and getting the chance to relive my childhood.