Looks like my folks have sold the old house, I haven't even lived in the same city as that house for nearly 2 years but the hold this has on me is not physical, it is something much stronger. I grew up in that house from the age of 6 until I was 18. Aside from early childhood I would argue that particular age frame is the most influential time in a persons life. I developed into who I am today inside that house, and the walls of that house saw everything; the massive toy soldier battles, the first kiss, all those family Christmases. I always took comfort in knowing that whenever I would return home, that trusty old house would always be there and I would always be welcome in there. Now I have to deal with the fact that I will never walk through that door again, never walk into that comforting smell, never come home again.