Just looked at a house I lived in from the age of 11-18. So formative teenage years.
I’m now early 40s, so quite a long time ago!
I guess it doesn’t help that the owners have completely ripped the interior out.
But - I look at it and think - there’s the bathroom I discovered I got my period in. There’s the room I phoned a boy for the first time. Etc etc. Just feels a bit sad that I’ll never be able to step inside the house ever again!