Ruins and memories

In 1985 I lived in Mexicali, Baja California Mexico, I was 3 years old. We moved after less than a year but I have fond memories of the small one floor house. I went back 20 years later and all I found was ruins, were once I ran, played and followed my mother every where was now only wood, trash, human waste and graffiti; and it looked so small. The house is no more, a few months later was demolished and an apartment buildin was going to be build in its place. 

I chose this picture because I was trying to put the pieces together of what I remembered, but it all looked surreal and I couldn't figure out wich memories were real and wich ones were just my imagination. 

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