You can never go back to a childhood memory and have it be as fond as you remember it.
I took my sister back to a place we had wonderful childhood memories. She turned 50 the other day, and we decided to take in a concert and re-visit Hampton Beach New Hampshire. The Opening act was an old friend from High school (Bruce Marshall) and the head-liner was Joe Cocker, these great musicians put on a wonderful show.
Bruce Marshall. Joe Cocker.
The Hampton Beach Casino was crowded and smaller than I remember, the Beach shops and Arcades were Seedier than I recalled from my childhood. And the Hotel rooms were not nearly as fun or as big as I recall from my youth.
We had a great time, the ocean was where I remembered it to be, but the fried dough was only fair the corn dogs greasy and the board walk dirtier than the eyes of my childhood recalled.
Maybe I have out grown Skeet-ball, bumper cars and Tee Shirt tourist traps? Maybe my parent saw this place for what it was when we were little and didn’t let on because we seemed to be having fun, and were oblivious to the carnival atmosphere these ocean front board walks were in reality.
Maybe when I was small every trip away from home was exciting, new, bright and shiny an adventure to be savored and the good times stored away as a great memory.
I am well traveled, but each time I leave home I can’t wait to be home in my own little sanctuary. I understand what attracts me to Real Estate as a profession there is nothing more important than that feeling…of Home.
Happy 50ith Sandi, I hope you enjoyed the show…the next adventure will be at my house, the rooms are clean and it’s as big as you remembered it to be.
And the view is much nicer- your little brother & Realtor!!