Two weeks ago we went for a family walk in Viversel, the town I grew up in in Limburg, Belgium
It’s quite a strange feeling to walk the paths of my youth after more than 30 years (we moved away when I was twelve)
Things look different, feel different.
Everything changes. So do we.
And we (re-)create our memories as we go.
How about you? Do you still visit (or live in!) the place(s) where you grew up?
How does it feel?