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On our vacation in July we spent a couple of days wandering around my home town. This is the town I was born in and grew up in. I lived there for 15 years. Some might say the first 15 years of our lives are the most important. Well, I still feel like it is my home town. Above is a picture of the school I went to. The three windows to the right and first floor was my classroom between 1-3 grade. I had the best teacher! Ingrid Personne. Just below in the basemate was woodshop classes.

 There is a second building that is part of the Central School in Trelleborg. The top classroom to the left was mine and below was the music classroom. When Sam and I were there I took a picture through the glass doors. I ran up those stairs so many times for so many years.

My brother Jonas classroom was just to the right on the first floor and the teachers lounge was also on the first floor to the right, the door that is open.

To the left across from the teachers lounge was the tiny library. And the door straight across was the door to get in and out of the building that only teachers were allowed to use for some strange reason.

Behind the red brick building is a parking lot. During school hours no cars are allowed so it doubles as a soccer field. Just outside is the towns community park. That is where I spend most of my time during recess.

While Sam and I were there a little girl was dancing for her parents on the stage. The church choir spent many hours on that stage singing and I am sure dad preached a couple of times there too.