{"id":13,"date":"2003-07-04T12:03:00","date_gmt":"2003-07-04T12:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2003\/07\/04\/they-tore-down-my-childhood-home\/"},"modified":"2003-07-04T12:03:00","modified_gmt":"2003-07-04T12:03:00","slug":"they-tore-down-my-childhood-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2003\/07\/04\/they-tore-down-my-childhood-home\/","title":{"rendered":"they tore down my childhood home"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I finally had a chance to go see for myself where the old house used to be. They tore it down on Saturday and now all left is a hole in the ground. Not a stone of the house remained. I feel somehow that I&#8217;m less of a person because I&#8217;m not sad that it&#8217;s gone, that I&#8217;m only disapointed that I didn&#8217;t get to watch the wreckers crush it into the ground. My best friend was there to see them destroy it and she said she cried &#8211; thinking about the years, her childhood, she\/we had spent there. I cannot seem to care about it. No tears inside me anywhere. I have looked. I have scoured the little looked corners of my nostalgia and have found nothing.<\/p>\n<p>Is there something wrong with me?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I finally had a chance to go see for myself where the old house used to be. They tore it down on Saturday and now all left is a hole in the ground. Not a stone of the house remained. I feel somehow that I&#8217;m less of a person because I&#8217;m not sad that &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2003\/07\/04\/they-tore-down-my-childhood-home\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;they tore down my childhood home&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[7,14],"class_list":["post-13","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-memories","tag-vancouver"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}