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.

Still familiar.

Everything changes. So do we.

Every day.

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?