Question! Have you ever taken a sentimental journey and where did you go?

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Gonna get my Berwald checked out.

Gonna plug some wires into my plugboard,

Get it done without a doubt.


That's the time we meet, at seven.

We'll be here till past eleven

Counting every transfer on the bus,

No frills, no fuss.

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Gonna have a whole lot of fun.


We don't want to see those glitches,

Would it help to flip the switches?

Thirty times my board has been rewired,

I feel so tired.

Gonna get my interrupts all serviced

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17 Answers

  • Lynn
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago
    Favorite Answer

    My sentimental journey, took me back to the street where I

    grew up, when my husband and I rented a house, down the

    street many years ago. Later, our daughter and grandson

    moved in with us. I would take him in his stroller for walks to

    the park where I had often went to play on the swings and

    teeter totters. We would pass by the outdoor pool to watch

    the kids swim during summer, just as I had a few times, and

    where I almost drowned.

    I would walk by my grandparents old house. The one where

    they moved after moving out from North Dakota. My how

    small the house looked this time. When I was a toddler, it

    seemed so gigantic. And the pictures I've seen with my aunts

    in bobby sox sitting on the porch rail, made the house look

    larger still. How I remember as a toddler, dressed in a

    diaper on a hot summer day, reaching for the garden hose

    that someone had set there, just for me to drink from. And it

    was so much fun to see my grandpa trying to get it from me

    so that I wouldn't splash anyone sitting outside on the front

    lawn that day. But I didn't want to give up the hose, and not

    enjoy the refreshing water flowing out on my body. What

    was one more wet diaper anyway?

    I took different routes to the park with my grandson to the

    park to see the old neighborhood again. And discovered

    a well hidden garden down an alley, for my efforts. Obviously

    alot of work and love had gone into that manicured haven.

    A little gazebo at the end of the yard, a trellis covered with

    flowers, and a birdbath and yard figures, all attested to the

    woman who lived there as being a kind and gentle soul. For

    who else but such a person could live there and tend this

    wonderful garden rich with blooms of various colors. The

    walk we'd then begun to make was always well worth the

    exercise just for a stop to admire this lovely sanctuary for

    the people who lived there.

    Another street my aunt lived. A little further away, but was

    sometimes a stop to say, 'hi' and allow my aunt to see my

    grandson and enjoy him for a few moments. How he loved

    her backyard. And would slap his hands in her birdbath. Never once forgetting one day, when he actually picked up the top and tipped it over to the ground. We couldn't believe

    how strong he was.

    And most important of all, was passing the house where

    I grew up. I would always look as I walked by. And saw how

    this house too, which played an important part of my life,

    seemed so very small. Even tho it was a two storied home. There were pine trees planted along the curbside now,

    and views of the house were limited. I did see a man

    outside once, and stopped to talk to him about this house,

    where I grew up. How I wanted to take a walk through it

    just once more. But he didn't offer. And I didn't ask. But oh

    how I wanted to.

    Sometimes, you can go home again. But of course, it is

    never the same. But if it gives you just a hint at the memories

    you savor from all those years, don't you think it's worth the

    effort to return once more? I do, and I don't regret it.

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    I left my lethally boring home when I was 17 and went to London. I lived in a tiny room in south London. I've been back there, but it's all changed. It's been gentrified. The shop on the corner has gone, so has the pub at the end of the road, just where it joins the Old Kent Road.

    But what a GREAT time I had when I was there all those years ago - 1968. So much was happening, and I got into it all.

    But sentimental journeys have their risks.

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  • Gladys
    Lv 6
    1 decade ago

    Sometime ago I went back to my hometown. While we were there, we drove by the house I grew up in. There was a lady sweeping off the front porch so we stopped and chatted with her. She was very pleasant and asked if we wanted to come inside to see how the house held up over the years. It was very odd being there, but so many of the unique features of the house were still there. Glass door knobs, brass kick plates on the doors, etc. In the dining room was window seat with a nook recessed into the wall that was designed to hold a candlestick phone. I remember as a child there was a place I could hide things from my brother if you knew how to press just right on the inside of that nook. I walked over to that nook and, just like I was 10 years old again, pressed the piece of wood down and over. It opened up and there was a Lady Liberty dime wrapped in a Wrigley gum wrapper that I left there and forget about. The current owner told me that it was mine. A very sentimental journey for me!

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  • 1 decade ago

    Whenever I could I went home to Ghent Belgium and showed my children and grandchildren where I had lived and where I went to school. Now I often dream about the places, my dreams are so vivid it seems like I never left. I can remember things like the tiles in the kitchen and the glass covered school yard and the smell of candles in the entrance of the convent adjacent to the school. They were not my best years in life but I am sentimental about them.

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  • 1 decade ago

    I left Wales when I was 11 and had always wanted to revisit. I went with my children and showed them where I'd grown up and also where I'd lived. It was wonderful seeing my old houses and the beach where I'd played as a child. Brought back some lovely memories I even visited my old primary school and it looked exactly the same.

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    I took a trip around the places I used to go to when I was a kid with my Grandparents around Newcastle's outskirts : Whitley Bay, Tynemouth Pier, Seaton Sluice.

    Brought all those happy memories back.

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  • 1 decade ago

    As you will see by your previous posting, my Dad came from Claddagh, in Galway, and we visited his birthplace for the first time 3 years ago. Just love your version of "Galway Bay" and am busy remembering the words.

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  • 1 decade ago

    I often feel sentimental when I pass place i used to go when i was younger and remember people from my past and the things we did, but i don't deliberately make sentimental journies.

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  • Scouse
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago

    I have taken my children and one grandchild to the house where my family were living when I was born. I am conscious that it was the only time in her life that my mother was truly happy

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  • 1 decade ago

    That's good! I end up in a sentimental journey every time I visit my parents home, the home I grew up in.

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