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.