I grew up in a place called Rochester, Kent. We have a Norman castle that I lived about a 10 minute walk from. It was so normal to me that I didn’t even think about it.
I came back to visit years after I’d moved away and was like… fucking hell this is like 1000 years old. I learnt to ride my bike in the castle gardens and didn’t register the castle
Know how you feel. I grew up in Cornwall where there’s a lot of wild coast paths you can walk, and one section has some standing stones in a field, smaller but similar to Stonehenge. As an adult I’m like “wow these were left by the Celts and are several thousand years old”. As a kid I was like “whatevs mate it’s just some fuckin stones innit”