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I was born and few up in Wolverhampton. I moved from there in 2009, to Birmingham as I moved in with my partner and we both worked in Birmingham. My mom still lives in Wolverhampton, so I go back to visit. It feels like I've never left when I go back, familiar faces and familiar places. It hasn't changed much, new shops and more houses. When I was growing up, it was fun, everyone knew everyone and it felt safe

I grew up in a beautiful established Victorian Market town with a fabulous town centre park including bandstand. We had an old cattle market that had been converted into a car park, but still retained it's original features. We had a 'plague' alley where all the bodies of people who had died from the plague were buried. We had a plaque were a Zepplin had landed. We had a town rich with history and famous companies based there.
Today, the council have ignored all the beauty of the past - they have concreted over plague alley, you can no longer see the old cattle market, the Zepplin plaque is no longer visible, the old beauty of the town that made it famous and well regarded has paled into concrete and £1 shops. The council have been too busy getting money to plough up the town centre that they have forgotten to gain investment long term by attracting business there.
I g back infrequently and can't help but think the council fat cats are so short sighted that a once beautiful, thriving market town is now an urban wasteland.

My parents are still in the house I grew up in, so I go back frequently. Most of the shops have changed now. The ones I had Saturday jobs in have long gone, as has the little local cinema. So all change

Where do I come from? My father was in the RAF so we moved house every two years, sometimes coming across families we had met before. We made new friends often, kept up with old ones by letter, or renewed friendships made in other parts of the country. I'm a human "bean" so the world is where I come from, and I can feel at home anywhere if the conditions are right. The constant in my life was where my mother and her mother and various other branches of the family come from. I went to school there, played on the beach and explored the area by walking everywhere. I have learned more about the place by reading historical and local websites and see that it has a long and fascinating history. The town has certainly changed over the years, and the rubble filled areas (I didn't realise they were bomb sites left long after the war) have been rebuilt on. The population has changed, the pubs (those street markers which have stood the test of time) have gone, the shipping, shopping and industry have declined. I still see it as a familiar place though not my hometown as such, and know no-one outside of the family when I visit. This is South Shields, the town at the end of the Great North Run, with a beautiful coastline and on the edge of the countryside. The marketplace was the life of the place, but it is now dwindling away as the town centre gets a new look. I'm sure that the transition period is difficult for people who live there all the time, but for me the changes are a focus of interest and part of a bigger plan which will hopefully be of benefit to all there. I can feel as though I belong because the town and I have grown up together.

I go back to my hometown twice a year and meet friends from school. It hasn't really changed much but it feels more modern now that I don't live there and definitely more crowded now. It feels homely because my family and friends live there but I'd feel a bit odd moving back to live.

I go back to my home town fairly regularly as I still have family that live there. Apart from the house where I grew up, the rest of it has changed so much it doesn't feel like home!