Happy, nostalgic, childhood memories are sacred and pure mostly because they're just that - childhood. The newness of things kind of gave you the world through rose colored lenses. The same thing can happen with new jobs, relationships, friendships, etc. It can be a real shock to the system when we revisit the things we used to love and realize maybe they weren't so great.
One Reddit user asked: What, upon revisiting, did not live up to your nostalgia?
Some of the stories are sad, but there's at least one victory in here. One person finally realized they had been wrong, and Small World was not, in fact, the greatest ride at Magic Kingdom. So, hooray for that!
When I was a little kid at summer camp, I witnessed a miracle. A friend of mine and I were going down this insanely long and high slide at this massive park they'd taken us to on a field trip.
My friend fell from the top of the slide and as soon as he did I knew it was bad. No one could survive a fall that far. But miraculously he did survive!
I went back to that park as an adult. It was like a 6 foot slide.
Growing up, I had a friend with a big creek back behind his house, like a mile back into the woods. We aptly named it "Beaver Creek" because there was a family of beavers who lived in a den there. I remember before graduating high school, we sat at the creek saying how this is one moment we would never forget because in a few weeks "everything is going to change".
We graduate. I move away. I drove through the area four years later, and decide to make the trek to Beaver Creek. That was our spot and it'd be great to see it again. I trek the mile into the woods and arrive at--- a creek that has eroded away very quickly. This creek went from being ten feet across to maybe a mere two feet across. The Beaver House was LONG gone. Instead of fast water it was moving slow with a lot of foam built up around caught branches and rocks, and smelled horrible.
Made me real depressed. I'm sad thinking about it.
As you get older you will find that driving past just about anything from your younger years is painful. I'm in my 50's now and now rarely visit the city I spent the first half my life in. Maybe it is just the human condition but I think as we move on in life we somehow expect all that things in our past to remain the same. They don't. The local pub I spent way too much time in is now torn down. The strip mall with the pizzeria that had the best pizza in the world is now a car dealership and the small bungalow where I was raised is now some grotesque two story monolith. They say you can't go back, and truly it is true.
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