On the way back from New York City our plane flew into Phoenix from the Northeast (obviously). It just so happened that we flew right over the area where I grew up. For those of you who went to Poston/Mountain View and went/go to Central Christian Church, this photo will look pretty familiar. I hadn’t even realized, as I was taking some photos, that I was right above the landscape of my youth. Only later as I was downloading the photos to my computer did it catch my eye. I am not sure why, but it was such a trippy experience looking at the photo. I am able to see on the far right where I grew up as baby all the way through highscool. Also in the photo I see my junior high school, my high school, the church I got married in, the house of my band mate where many songs were written, the house my wife lived in when we dated (still her parents home), barro’s pizza, the park where we would always play tackle football on thanksgiving morning, many old homes of my best friends growing up, the street I rode my bike to and from junior highschool as I listened to “Master of Puppets” a million times, the church I grew up in, the church I go to now, and on and on and on I could go. I’ll spare you……
It’s striking how you can look out through a tiny airplane window and look down upon a physical space of land where so much of your life has taken place. I can look at this photo and truly say that “this is where i come from”. The experiences of my life that have taken place in within the boundries of this photo have really shaped who I am, good and bad, in a big, big way.
[[popup:img_47551.jpg:Click here::1:left]] to see the photo in high resolution. Can anyone see their house?