Places that hold memories

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Do you have a place that holds memories for you (good or bad - one of each, if you can)? Where is it? Why is it memorable?

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Good one from me: Quebec a few years ago.

Why? Me and my significant other had a visit to Montmorency Falls then went into QC, had some amazing food at Auberge du Trésor then a stroll around QC, walking along the boardwalk next to Le Château Frontenac while a saxophonist was playing Moon River. Who said romance was dead?


Bad one from me: London on 7/7/05 when I got the tube from Aldgate around half an hour before the terrorists struck.

Why? The devastation and the loss of life caused was heartbreaking, unreal and a wake-up call to, as I was then, a kid from a small town who thought he was cool tripping around the 'Big Smoke' on his lonesome. It gave me a sense of realisation of how precious life is and how easily it can be taken away without warning - "there but for the Grace of God go I".
 
Good: The Drama Room/theatre in my school, mainly because of the teacher that decided to basically adopt me, but also because it's almost like my home.

Bad: Yellowhead Highway, between Hinton and Edson in Alberta. Witnessed someone jump out of my car in an attempt to get hit. Ram away into the wood and we went looking for an hour
 
Yonkers, NY

The Good : Growing up there since my birth until 94-95, I spent my days at my aunt and uncles house with my cousins. We would play Nintendo or play with G.I. Joe/Star Wars action figures, play in the back yard, etc. All three of us including my uncle played baseball there. Some if the best music during my life was being made during this Era as well. Before moving, the Rangers had won the Stanley Cup, the curse was lifted and the Stanley Cup team visited at the race way which is now a casino.

The bad : McLean Ave has turned to crap and is a living stereotype towards the Irish. Where once stood a bowling alley, sports store, bakeries are now Irish bars or liquor stores. The Jewish bakery is now gone and the Catholic school we all went to has shut down. Every time I'm in Yonkers, I have to drive past my aunt and uncles old house and start crying. What once was beautiful has now become trashy and has already had a house fire in. This reminds me of the house my mom and aunt grew up in, in the Bronx. The new owners trashed it and neither my aunt or mom ever want to drive past it again.
 
Boba Fett said:
Yonkers, NY

The Good : Growing up there since my birth until 94-95, I spent my days at my aunt and uncles house with my cousins. We would play Nintendo or play with G.I. Joe/Star Wars action figures, play in the back yard, etc. All three of us including my uncle played baseball there. Some if the best music during my life was being made during this Era as well. Before moving, the Rangers had won the Stanley Cup, the curse was lifted and the Stanley Cup team visited at the race way which is now a casino.

The bad : McLean Ave has turned to crap and is a living stereotype towards the Irish. Where once stood a bowling alley, sports store, bakeries are now Irish bars or liquor stores. The Jewish bakery is now gone and the Catholic school we all went to has shut down. Every time I'm in Yonkers, I have to drive past my aunt and uncles old house and start crying. What once was beautiful has now become trashy and has already had a house fire in. This reminds me of the house my mom and aunt grew up in, in the Bronx. The new owners trashed it and neither my aunt or mom ever want to drive past it again.
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You mistakenly put "the Rangers had won the Stanley Cup, the curse was lifted and the Stanley Cup team visited at the race way which is now a casino." in the good part.....
 
Good: Anywhere not Scotland.

Bad: Scotland- nothing but misery growing up there in a shitty village with nothing to do, no job prospects all because “Mother of the year” got busted having an extramarital affair and did a moonlight flit taking my sister and I with her. Never ever forgiven her for it.
 
Good: My current house. My wife and I had our first kiss here when we were house sitting for my mother. Now it's our place and we brought our son home to it on Christmas Day 2021.

Bad: Wall Street subway station on Broadway in NYC where I got dumped for the one and only time during rush hour.
 
Good: The beach, not far from where I live: lots of trips there as a kid with the family. If I ever had a day off sick from school when I was young, my Nan would look after me and we'd often get a McDonald's and sit at the beach together. Considering she passed at the very start of this year, it will always hold those memories. Not only that, I also met my partner of just over 7 years there.

Bad: My old secondary school. While it wasn't all bad - the music department was definitely my safe space and helped a lot - I mostly remember feeling isolated and separate from everyone else. I spent a lot of time feeling like I was being looked at and analysed in every way, from how I talked or how I looked, to the friends I kept. This is probably best exemplified by the fact that of the friends I had there, I think I'm pretty much only in semi-regular contact with 1.
 
The good place: San Francisco. For me the song is true, I left my heart in San Francisco. In that greatest of cities my heart and the cross became one, love was death, hate was life, I cast aside my mortal flesh and began my resurrection into a new spiritual body. All those beautiful angels I met when I was hitting bottom: Scott, Jessica, Miranda, Mike and so many many more without whom I would be too sheltered to realize that love is the meaning of life; but all those beautiful beings are as nothing compared to the first love, the one who first made me question whether I was a good man or a bad man, and it was that very same one who eventually made me answer.

The bad place: San Francisco again. It was, as I said, a hitting bottom. Drug addiction and a new plateau of being violated in the worst possible way (although I have had higher plateaus of that since) which lead to my eventual arrest for burning Bibles inside a car I had broken into. Hitting bottom was a multi year experience for me, and this was not the end of my hitting bottom, but I had to hit bottom, mental illness and drug addiction demand it. And yet if you ask me honestly to this day if I think I'm crazy, I will say that I'm still holding out hope that I'm not, and though I am now 9 years clean and gainfully employed and not suffering, I still dream of being an incarnation of the cosmic consciousness, I still want the delusions to be true.
 
The good place: Paris , Romainia . Paris for the food , pastries and orange juice daily. Romainia all the girls there were like supermodels . they were also very kind. also one of my first time i ever got to see snow.

The Bad place: Austria although a beautiful place , its a trip worth forgetting. thoughts were going through my head like never before. the late night walks in the freezing cold weather just to feel numb. Innsbruck views are something else though
 
Cafe Du Monde (in the French Quarter) New Orleans best coffee and beignets anywhere and it's where I met my best friend!
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Good: Gold Coast (Australia). Loved the atmosphere and the nightlife. Fun rides and bushwalks. Made some money in the casino, spent it all in the nightclubs. A lot better than my time in Bali though

Bad: Melbourne (Australia): drove around Melbourne, got lost, ended up in the wrong suburb because some drivers are not polite and let me change lanes, got a speeding ticket on Freeway, finally pulled over by cops for running a few yellow lights. Fun
 
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Dindu Nuffin said:
Good: Gold Coast (Australia). Loved the atmosphere and the nightlife. Fun rides and bushwalks. Made some money in the casino, spent it all in the nightclubs. A lot better than my time in Bali though

Bad: Melbourne (Australia): drove around Melbourne, got lost, ended up in the wrong suburb because some drivers are not polite and let me change lanes, got a speeding ticket on Freeway, finally pulled over by cops for running a few yellow lights. Fun
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Been to Melbourne twice, both times couldn't get out of there quick enough to get home to the Goldie.
 
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