Did you ever Google the house you grew up in and get chills up your spine?

[Mike 03]

Forever I had been avoiding Google mapping my childhood home in New Jersey, but another post here got me interested in doing so, and I did, and there it is.

I'm like... Whoa... That's my house. My dad worked hard to buy it for us, and he and my mom raised me and my two sisters here.

It's just such an intense feeling to see even a map of my old house.

Apparently it is still there.

Not only is it still there, but thanks to Google I can see it, the actual photo. They have put up a white picket fence and painted it white. It was sort of a yellowish green when we were growing up there.

I can't believe it's possible to see this after so many years. Amazing. Just amazing.

[no name no slogan]

1. I don't. I drive past it once every couple years or so

I have family that lives out near my childhood home, so I drive by it just to see what it looks like. It looks about the same, except for the trees are bigger.

[Art_from_Ark]

10. Mine looks about the same, too

except that someone cut down every single tree in both the frontyard and the backyard! :argh:

[Drunken Irishman]

2. I don't really live too far from the fourplex I grew up in.

So I pass the street nearly every day.

It's still as ghetto as it was when I lived there.

[Iggo]

3. Wow. I just did it.

Took a virtual walk down memory lane, retracing my routes to school and to my friends' houses. A lot, and I mean a LOT, changes in 40 years. But it was kinda fun!

Thanks for the suggestion.

[MorningGlow]

4. My mom lives a few blocks away from my "first" house

We moved when I was 6 or 7. My brother says my mom is the only person on earth who can move every few years and never change her zip code, and that's pretty accurate. So I see my old house fairly frequently, but yeah, it's still freaky. Sometimes I'd like to see inside again, but I doubt I'd knock on the door and introduce myself or anything.

[Jamastiene]

5. Talk about creepy

I googled the house my grandmother lived in when I was a kid. That's where I lived most of the time back then. Where I live now is just down the road. When I clicked on Street View for my grandmother's old house, it showed me my own car and where I live NOW.

I googled the house my parents lived in and where I spent weekdays during the school year as a kid and the field behind it where I planted all the trees is blurred out. The side street where you could go look in the backyard using Street View is missing just for that part of the map.

Weird. See?
(Note: We no longer live in this neighborhood at all.)

[Blue Diadem]

6. My childhood home is gone.

After my Mom died, my brother sold the house to the next door neighbors who just wanted the extra 2 lots and garage. So they tore the house down. Fast forward 13 yrs and the garage is a cabin now.

It's painful to see that but I imagine even moreso for my brother. He lives within view of that lot.

[lost-in-nj]

7. I live in the house I grew up in

bought it from my Mom

and now it's just an empty reminder of


what used to be



where did you live?



:hi:

lost

[mitchum]

8. My mom and dad still live in the house I grew up in...

from the age of 7 on, but a couple of years ago I did visit the house we lived in before that. And the apartment we lived in before that. A strange and kinda nice experience.

[surrealAmerican]

9. I've been reluctant to do so because...

... if they changed the color, I wouldn't recognize it. It really did look exactly like all the other houses in the neighborhood, except for the color.

[DarkTirade]

11. Huh. They added a basketball hoop.

And the orange and grapefruit tree look bushier than I've ever seen them.

This is at least a few months old though. There were christmas lights on the house. :P (Only way to tell the seasons in FL.)

[driver8]

12. I googled the house I lived in on Guam -- the whole neighborhood has been levelled.

Very sad...

I also lived on Adak, Alaska as a kid -- the military left the island so our old house is sitting there empty and decaying.

[TommyO]

13. The first house that I knew as home was featured in an issue of Ladies Home Journal

Now it's a run-down piece of crap in a not-so-great neighborhood. I drive past it once in a while just to see how far it's gone downhill and to remember the good times that my parents, my two brothers and I had there.