Walking down a street br where we lived many years ago, br the faces behind the doors br are not the same anymore. br As we walk, we look back br at a time that inherited our name. br Remembering the times there br in the maelstrom of memories br that come flooding back br to haunt us with faces br of that long ago. br Our head spins as we walk br stepping back into our yesterdays br with its happiness, sadness br and grief that came our way. br We stumble over things br we had forgotten long ago br as we are overtaken br in a maelstrom of memories.