I had an uncle that owned an apartment highrise in Oakland. My grandmother had half a floor to herself. This was ages ago.
I would (I was a child then) go to the roof and pick tar bubbles during the summer.
15 years later, the place was sold, my uncle and grandmother long since gone... I went back and the whole place was entirely different.
So wild.
I used to be able to walk all over the block without a care in the world as a kid. When I went back... It was a demilitarized zone.
Sad. I had such nice memories.

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