I know, I know, when you read that word “home” some of you, many of you, thought of your home didn’t you?
Not the house you grew-up in so much, although that was part of it. Nor the ways you really felt there, much of the time.
Maybe your memory includes the neighborhood, the town/city/suburb and the pencil markings on the door-trim where your height was tracked over the years.
Ever notice how many pictures there were of you as a little kid or a baby and how far fewer pics there were and so many fewer pencil marks the…