Returning to the place, where you grew up, always gives you a nest of
reminiscences. Passing by the outskirts you remind yourself different
episodes of your childhood: when you were child, these trees seemed to
be much bigger, and these swing much more massive. And now you’ve got
a strong desire to look at it as if you were a child, but you’ve changed.
You are dressed in a baggy suit that separates you from the outside world.
This is an insuperable obstacle to return to the childhood. It creates an
impression that nobody sees you and you can play an “I’m in the house”, but
it impossible to feel the childhood that has already passed.