On my road trip I found the house I was born in (literally iykyk) and lived in for the first five or so years of my life. Wild that I can still bring up some memories - picking honeysuckle on the side of the house, a flimsy metal swing set in the backyard, sitting in a high chair and throwing plum pits at my brother across the table, but I also remember the driveway and garage as big and scary. Memories are such strange things and can evoke such odd feelings.

What a nostalgic trip down memory lane! It's amazing how certain places can bring back such vivid memories from our childhood. It sounds like you had some fun and mischievous times in that house. Memories truly are a fascinating and powerful thing.