A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. How do you feel?
There were many places where I have memories associated with my childhood, but none of them I’m attached to feel very sentimental about. That’s the way I’m, and have always been, I do get bit attached to things but they don’t tend to last much longer so I doubt I can call them that in the first place. That being the reason why I don’t actually recollect such a place ceasing to exist now. My most favourite childhood place well, is my home where I still live in. Now wouldn’t want that to be ‘destroyed’ and me ending up on the road, you know.