Do you ever crave the need to go back to revisit a place which was significant in your youth?
Yes. I leave it as a craving though. I know wherever will have changed, and I know my memory will have played tricks on me. It's not so much me wanting to avoid disappointment at the inevitable change, more that I enjoy the feeling of craving - keeping the memories, however mistaken, exactly as they are (best I can) for their warming effect.