Here is a little blurb from Steven King on how we remember home – how he remembers his childhood home.

I love the nostalgia of this kind of reflection and that the more time goes by, the more the past looks like Eden.

Obviously there are exceptions, but how beautiful it is that we so often look on the past with such fondness. 

It seems like a gift in some ways.

So many writers are, consciously or not, writing about home.

Of course, this reminded me of No-man’s Land.

Our new third-floor apartment was on West Broad Street. A block down the hill, not far from Teddy’s Market and across from Burrets Building Materials, was a huge tangled wilderness area with a junkyard on the far side and a train track running through the middle. This is one of the places I keep returning to in my imagination; it turns up in my books and stories again and again, under a variety of names. The kids in It called it the Barrens; we called it the jungle. Dave and I explored it for the first time not long after we had moved into our new place. It was summer. It was hot. It was great.

-Stephen King, On Writing