From the time I was around 7 until I was about 14, I lived in a house on Rue Elizabeth in Deux Montagnes, Quebec. It was a modest house on the corner of Rue Gagnon. It was a large lot and it had an old garage that reminded me of a farm building. I'm pretty sure it had old farm gear in it too. Barely a hundred metres north of the place the road ended at a swamp in the middle of a clearing in the woods. That's all gone now.
The house was raised long after I left home and there's a new house in its place. I can honestly say I don't feel too great about that. I miss that old house. How dare they tear it down.
The pain of nostalgia.......
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