/lit/ - Literature

Thinking about my hometown. It's barely a hometown; I was only there for a few short, barely remembered years before we moved but I remember the slightly damp weather, the neighbors with the portable black and white TV which I would watch in the mornings while eating all their pretzels voraciously. I have no idea who those neighbors were now, they're lost to time, represented by some upstate version of Ma and Pa Clark.
Years later I went back and the sheen was gone but there was a faint spirituality to treading the ground of my earliest years, finding the old house, walking down the main street, and seeing how my memory gently linked to the reality.

Do you have hometowns, anons?