Ever notice, that when you were little how everything seemed so easy and care free. The backyard fence seemed so much taller and the fall to the ground hurt a lot, or the tree that you would always climb into when the neighbor kids would make fun of you. Then you grow up and everything seems so much smaller, the fence is nothing more than some wire sticking out of the ground, and the tree that seemed so safe now is nothing more than a twig.

If you moved from your childhood home, and you get the chance to go back. You remember how you and your friends would romp all over the block, and all the neighbors would all look out their windows to see how much fun the kids were having. You remember were Susey broke her arm, or when Billy's dog ran away, or all the games that you played when you were little and what traditions you up held and all the secret rules.

As you walk around the neighborhood that you once ruled, and all you friends have moved away or grown distant, and all the neighbors are all gone, and you feel like a foreigner on your own block. Everything seems so cold and distant, and you just don't feel happy, you want to, but can't. It almost seems as if your world is black and white, and you just catch these glimps of color when you remember what happened when you did live here.