The gas station where I was employed in high school.
The house I grew up in ... pretty tiny. And it didn't look that nice at the time by any stretch.
My grandparents lived in this house for a time.
Our Public Library where not much studying got done, where Norm first scribbled his name on my jeans. I had an instant crush!
Our Church building, all of our growing up years, very tiny, cinder block, no pews...just folding chairs, so many very fond memories
Just nothin' is as good as the old days !!