When I was in Idaho for Christmas, something was different. When we passed by the site of the old family truck stop, it was found that a new one had been put up in its place. For some reason, that really tugged at my nostalgic heart strings. I think it got to my dad too. It was strange to know that the truck stop was gone for good, though it had been torn down about a year before. But to have something built over the top of it was somehow hurtful. I think I've always just assumed that the old truck stop would be there. I would always imagine taking my kids there someday and hope when they got older they would come here with the same feelings of nostalgia as I did. Even though the building had been gone for a while, it really hit hard that something else was already there. Even if the building was abandoned and left behind, I might have felt better about it. It would have at least stood as a symbol of countless memorable stops.
I suppose it's not that big of a deal. It's just an old building and nothing lasts forever. But still, every time I think about it, I feel as though a piece of my childhood has gone missing.
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