My mother has lived in the same house for 52 years, and it is the house I lived in for the first 19 years of my life. I noticed, as have most of you, that when visiting the house you grew up in, it's different. There were 4 of us kids living in this house with my parents, and at times it seemed rather crowded. Now when I visit my mother, there seems to be vast empty spaces, lots of unused room. I have friends who say the opposite, everything seems smaller.Going home means different things to different people, but I think we all agree you can't go home again with the same meaning it had as a child.