A few years ago I had some extra days to kill in Calgary because the Icelandic volcano meant I couldn’t get a flight back to the UK.
I decided to spend a couple of days checking out some of my old childhood haunts. I had a fantastic time until the end of the second day when I visited the last house we lived at in Calgary.
As I walked hopefully down the street, my heart sank as I saw from a distance that it was sealed off. I naively initially thought it was a murder scene.
Turns out it was all the environmental hazard controls resulting from it being used as a grow up.
It made me much sadder than I should have been and it still for some reason bothers me today. I just wanted to go back and revisit some memories and that was completely spoiled.
####, I’m way too soft sometimes.
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