larger than life

Often when the scenes of childhood are revisited as an adult everything seems much smaller or not as clearly defined. I am in the rare position of being able to return to the house I grew up in when I visit my father. I can sleep in either my pre-teen room or the bigger room I moved to as a teenager. The décor of each amuses me and reminds me of each phase I grew through. What is funny is that the bathroom shower remains larger than in any of my apartments. Yesterday morning, I looked up and felt small.