(Assuming your family moved out of it) Attended a funeral a couple years ago in the town where I went to high school. Afterwards we drove by the high school, store where I worked at my first job as a teen, and also the house we lived in when I was in junior high. I thought it would look old and dilapidated. It was at the end of a dead-end street, I guess now it would be called a cul-de-sac. But WOW, it had been totally upgraded and looked wonderful! Whoever lived there had really taken care of it. I sat for a few minutes and reminisced…….considered knocking on the door and asking to look inside, but I didn’t (thought that might be rude and a little creepy). Not everyone is into nostalgia. So, we drove away. OTOH, the house we lived in later (which was built new in the late 60s) had been sold and not taken care of. Sad. The house I lived in as a very young child (in a different town) had been torn down many years ago and last time I drove by (over 20 yrs ago) a construction company was on that lot. aaahhh, the memories!