The newspaper box on the corner of where we turn onto the road to get to our house is gone. As long as I can remember, it’s been there. When I was little, I was always scared that Mom would turn too sharply and hit the box. When I started driving, I made sure to steer clear (literally) of said box. Dad always swerves way out of the way to avoid it. Now, that’s unnecessary.
I was driving somewhere, and when I turned onto our little extension, there was no box to be found. Now I can make that turn even closer with that newspaper box gone, but it is very strange. I could go into the grass now if I felt like it and be able to avoid everything because nothing is there anymore.
It may seem insignificant to you, but it’s kind of a big deal for me.