A few weeks ago there was a grass fire just outside of Travis Air Force Base that jumped a fence and destroyed over 200 vacant homes.
The story was all over the news here, and images of the fire were shown from news helicopters.
I was fascinated by the story. I lived on Travis AFB when I was a child, from 3rd through 6th grades. The local news stations weren’t pinpointing the location of the burning housing, and I was diligently searching for that information. I had a feeling the fire was located in the area where my family used to live.
Later in the day one of the stations finally posted a still aerial shot of the fire, and even through all the flames I could see the layout of the streets. I went to Google maps and was able to pinpoint the housing area that was burning. It was where I used to live.
I have fond memories of those years living on Travis. Riding my bike to the minimart, walking to the library in the summer and spending my day there reading so many books, walking to the movie theater to watch the Saturday afternoon matinee, wading in a nearby creek catching frogs, climbing trees, going to school and so much more.
It’s strange to realize that the place that lives on in my childhood memories is no longer there. I guess we always think of the places we remember as never changing, but they do. I’m thankful for my memories 🙂
There’s an update about the fire at this link.