I can never stop thinking about my childhood. Almost every night I have a dream that takes place in the house I grew up in. 1144 South 42nd Street is the address. I lived in this house from the year I was born until 1999. It's been almost 15 years since my family lived in there, but every small detail and memory about it is still fresh in my mind. Today I took a short trip back to my old neighborhood just to see how the old house looks now. I was shocked to find that my old house is now vacant. In fact, the whole street seemed pretty lifeless compared to how it was when I was growing up.