Sunday Writing Prompt — Going Back

img_2258When his kids asked Martin what he wanted to do for his 75th birthday, he said he wanted to go back to the town of his birth and to see the place he lived at when he was born and until his parents moved when he was ten years old. “It’s been 65 years since I last was there and it’s so full of childhood memories,” he told them. “I’d love to see it again before I die.”

Sally and Jacob purchased round trip plane tickets for the three of them to fly to their father’s hometown so that he could visit the place of his birth. As the day got closer, Martin grew more and more excited. He began speculating about what the apartment building his family lived in would be like today. Would it even still be there? What of the neighborhood he used to play in, the elementary school he attended?

The big day finally arrived and Martin could barely contain himself. After the plane landed, the trio rented a car and drove to the address Martin had given them. They pulled the car up to the address and got out of the car.

img_2257Martin gazed at the boarded up, abandoned building, a look of dismay on his face. His kids looked up at him expectantly and saw that tears had welled up in his eyes. “It’s a lot smaller than I remember,” he said.

“You were just a kid,” his daughter said. “Of course it looked bigger to you then than it does now.”

“I think Thomas Wolfe might have been right when he wrote, You Can’t Go Home Again,” Martin said. He looked around his childhood neighborhood and said, “Or maybe it should be that you shouldn’t go home again.”


Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. The idea is to craft a post in which you go from place to another.

15 thoughts on “Sunday Writing Prompt — Going Back

  1. pensitivity101 August 26, 2018 / 12:39 pm

    Hubby and I believe you can ‘never go back’. I was away from my home town for 8 years and when I went back, high rise flats, industrial estates and roundabouts were built on the heathland I remember. I did return to my Bath property out of curiosity, and nothing much had changed, apart from the social club where I played darts had been demolished and was now the site of a row of terraced houses.

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  2. Marleen August 26, 2018 / 1:28 pm

    I’ve gone “back” to see the two houses I grew up in. The one I first lived in was surprisingly small. (It was also a street parallel to a major highway and it’s onramp there — but the overall neighborhood was pleasant.) I have good memories from there, but it’s sure a good thing we moved. The other one I lived in wasn’t big, but wasn’t really disappointing to see. The main disappointment was that a fence had gone up between the back yard and the golf course.

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  3. Michael August 26, 2018 / 2:15 pm

    It’s always tough going back to where you came from. I have been fortunate in that nothing much has changed in my neighbourhood, apart from old neighbours being replaced by new neighbours. My biggest issue which wasn’t really a big one was people remembering who I was. Thanks for your thoughts on this prompt.

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