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While running errands down in MA today, I passed by my old house in Peabody. I haven't lived there since I was 22 years old. It looks a lot smaller than I remember, and kind of sad. My mother's flowers are all gone and the lawn is brown and patchy. The garden and lawn were her pride and joy, and it was one of the prettiest on the block. It was nice to drive by the old neighborhood though, remembering all of the good things that happened during the almost ten years we lived there.