Jokey, I know how you feel, man. To an extent anyway.. Though my parents are still alive, i've got a related story; I've lived in the same rural town in AZ my entire life. Most of my childhood is filled with memories of the outdoors, hiking, camping... Hell, damn near all of my greatest memories are of me and some friends getting stoned and just fucking around in the forest! But in the past say... 5-6 years, my little towns been INVADED with people from California and Phoenix. Our population has nearly doubled, none of the young people can find houses to live in because they're all taken by these fucking Vacationers and are ussually vacant during the winter with a big sign; summer home! The entire little patch of forest which held all of my memories... is now a fucking golf course! I hate these kind of people so much..... I wish they'd just go back to where they came from.

Sorry, anyway, It sucks to lose things so close to you, expecially things from your childhood. I stress the days that I lose my parents and gain ownership of the house I grew up in... I'm trying to move out of this town, because it breaks my heart seeing it turned into some vacation tourist attraction. When I gain ownership of that house, it'll be like a link keeping me tied down to a dead memory...