You can’t go back! (Partly non-fiction)

You can’t go back!

The twins sleep restlessly in the backseat of the car while traffic, still heavy at this hour of the morning, streams around them. This was their vacation and they’d decided to take the kids back to where they grew up and show them where they used to live.

Finding the highway that led to the small town they were looking for was easy enough, but nothing looked the same. It had been around 8 years or so since they traveled this route and back then there was nothing to look at but woods. Now the area had grown and was all businesses.

With a little difficulty they located the road that led to the mobile home park they had lived in. The drive seemed longer than it used to and they began to wonder if they had accidentally picked the wrong road in all the unfamiliar territory.

Eventually they saw the Mobile Home Park up ahead on the left. Joanie slowed down and they both stared mutely at the remains of what had once been their home.

The kids started waking up and wanted to know what was the matter. They had not yet noticed the destruction outside.

Joanie pulls into the road the road that had once housed their trailer. What had used to be a pleasantly laid out park was now a scattered array of destroyed trailers tossed every which way. Some even looked like some giant kid had thrown a fit and tossed some of them away from him and stomped on others.

“Maybe this is the wrong place Joanie. Pull around to the other side of the park.”

Joanie backs out and starts to pass the park and there, still standing, is the A-shaped Rental Office and store still pretty much intact. This was definitely the right park.

What a bitch!


We actually did go back to a Mobile Home Park we lived in and found it in exactly this amount of destruction. Quite a shock! I set about researching and found that several tornadoes had touched down in that area after we left the state to come back to our home state. The rest is fiction.



About Tessa

My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts. I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife".  This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation). I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content. I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
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27 Responses to You can’t go back! (Partly non-fiction)

  1. deanabo says:

    How aweful! I can feel their disappointment.


  2. joetwo says:

    It can be a lottery returning home after something like that. Very well written.


  3. kymminbarcelona says:

    Your title says it all. Revisiting is always disappointing.

    You might want to go over the piece for consistency of verb tense.


  4. barbara says:

    “they” say you can’t go home again . . . we went back to Ohio from Alalska for a visit after many years away . . . totally different. Glad we made our lives here. 🙂


  5. atrm61 says:

    Oh,so sad!I can well imagine how horrifying it must have been for them-no wonder they thought they had come to the wrong park!


  6. Draug419 says:

    I can’t go back to where I was born because I was still too young to remember it when we moved. Maybe that’s a good thing… :/


    • Tessa says:

      I still see the very first house I grew up in. It is around here. We lived in several around here. The above mentioned times were in NC when my now ex-hubby was a Marine.


  7. Tornadoes trump all kinds of housing. That reminds me of the home we tried to revisit in New Orleans, post-Katrina. It was. . .not there.


  8. Wisper says:

    I am sorry to hear this is based on personal experience. I think your description of their shock and disappointment felt very real.


  9. jannatwrites says:

    That would be disorienting, for sure. I remember when my parents tried to show us houses we’d lived in. We didn’t really care, and all I could think was they looked kind of dumpy 🙂


    • Tessa says:

      I feel that way about all the rest of the ones still standing. We traveled about 800 or so miles for that vacation and it was close enough to swing over to the old area. Oh well!


  10. yarnspinnerr says:

    It is a sunday and the morning walkers woke up with their loud chatter. No newspaper.
    I put some water on the gas to make tea …….. the gas sputters the flame extinguishes. The gas in the cylinder is finished. No tea, no paper to read and no sunday morning lolling in bed. Life is a bitch.

    This is an entry for Trifecta prompt 🙂


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