I stood for a time as I watch this small house be bulldozed to the ground. This was the home of a long time childhood friend. I had been in this house an innumerable amount of times in my childhood, so much so that I could probably map out the entire house. It was strange watching this house, this staple of my childhood, be torn to the ground while the family of the house were not present. Although we had fallen out of touch, every time I walked past this house it reminded me of my childhood, which was a very bittersweet feeling that I have not felt before.