Proved it to myself yesterday though I had some help. My sister's daughter, my niece (and technically my first niece so it was important she set a good example for all the nieces and nephews to follow) posted a photo of our family's past I had passed out of.
Pole 274 as large as life and certainly larger than in my memory while it was on my monitor yesterday morning. A house that looked nothing like I remembered it and yet everything like it with current current owners who remain as blithely oblivious to my existence as I to theirs until yesterday.
There were some interesting comments from relatives and people I don't recall whom, I am assuming, were, and are, friends of the next wave of Kennys who enjoyed the house while my parents still owned it.
For my part, it reminded me that the past doesn't always stay where you put it. On your way to whom you wish to be next, you get lost, distracted and overtaken by events. You can move from leading to following in the same breath and never know where it is you're going until long after you've arrived. Pacing the cage.