My family moved a lot when I was a kid. Rented farm houses, etc. Long after I left home, two of those houses were burned in fire drills, one of them burned accidentally, one was demolished as part of industrializing the farm. Only four of my "childhood homes" still stand, out of the eight I remember.
I find myself puzzled over which bothers me more... that these homes are gone, or that we lived in 8 different homes over ~12 years.
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