The first school I went to when my family returned from Africa was demolished a few years ago and the site sold for housing.
The Gay Meadow, where I watched Shrewsbury Town as a boy, teen, and young adult is now a gated block of flats.
The field next door to my house that I played in as a child with ny friends has had monstrous carbuncles called "business units" built on it and has been aggressively landscaped.
The charity I used to work for has sold the building I worked in for 6 and a half years and that's slated for demolition as well.
How many places that form key parts of your personal history have been erased?
The Gay Meadow, where I watched Shrewsbury Town as a boy, teen, and young adult is now a gated block of flats.
The field next door to my house that I played in as a child with ny friends has had monstrous carbuncles called "business units" built on it and has been aggressively landscaped.
The charity I used to work for has sold the building I worked in for 6 and a half years and that's slated for demolition as well.
How many places that form key parts of your personal history have been erased?
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