It’s funny how so many of my dreams take place in or around the house I lived in from 1970-1977. My parents sold that place in 1981, so, as far as my life goes, it wasn’t the place I lived in the most, wasn’t the place for the largest part of my life... but it was a place where a lot happened for me.
I was 10 when we moved there, prepuberty.
When they sold it, I had lost my virginity, had girlfriends, had cars,
learned to rebuild engines on cars, moved in with a gal...
I think the only other location where I have dreams as much as that is on university campuses.
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