Reflecting on the Strangeness of Returning Home

It’s strange to return to your childhood home. For one thing, all the things that seemed distant and beyond your young world, like cars parked out front of your childhood home when you were growing up, don’t seem to be a big thing until you get older. Another thing, a TV that was really big and heavy when you were a kid now fits in your hand with thousands of channels on it. When did the world get so strange?

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