We all remember the street we grew up on. It holds a dear place in our hearts, and whenever back there, it seems like we are kids again. Welcome to mine. This street was a great place to grow up. Rarely did a car ever come down it, unless it was a neighbor, so it was a great street to play baseball, or football, or during the summer nights, the infamous "Ghost in the Graveyard"!
I can remember lying on the little hill where the cache is located and looking up at the stars as a kid. The trees were much smaller then. My father sold our house here in 1999. We were all out of the house by then, and it's size was no longer needed.
As a funny postscript, the person whom my father sold our house to sold it to a guy I went to high school with a few years ago. Same age as me. We even carpooled to school for a year. He called me out of the blue to tell me he just bought my house. It was pretty weird. It's a small small world. If you are extra curious, my address was 2510. It's the first white house on the west side of the street. So, where did you grow up? It's your turn to show me.