I spent my childhood in a housing estate called The Gables. My side of the street was lined with two-story houses. Each house had the exact same layout, same postage stamp yard, same white fence and short stone pillars. Between the houses and the street, large trees tore up the sidewalks. The street was lined with tar which bubbled in the summer sun, creating a new plaything. The tar lines also served as a tennis court on those summer days. The opposite side of the street was lined with one story houses.
Recently I looked at a picture of that street on Google Street View. The houses no longer have garages. They have all been replaced by sun rooms. The large, destructive trees have all been replaced by thin saplings. Some of the old gang still live there; many have moved away. Those streets are filled with memories of long days spent playing Kick the Can and Hide and Seek.
Maybe today, a new group of kids is forming new memories on that same street.