I don't mean we as a collective body. I mean we as in Nathan, Mamoune, and Isaiah. They are the world -apparently.
On our way to visit friends yesterday, the kids persuaded me to drive through our old neighborhood. We moved out not quite a year ago. I laughed at first, when they started silliness like "oh Mom, I remember that tree...that mailbox...that car," etc. Then as we turned a corner, Isaiah says "Look, Goshen Circle -it's still there!"
Goshen Circle, as you may have guessed, is a street. A street with about 10 houses on it. I was like "ok, egomaniac doofuses. They didn't shut down the whole neighborhood just because we left." shrug
My insult was deflected without so much as a dent. We later drove toward the area of the barn that we spent a few months in. They asked "Mom, can we go by. Do you think it's still there?" Uh, no dear children. It's not there. They tore it down and erected a mighty shrine inscribed "the Sexton's once lived here" and people travel from all over the country too see it.