Name the nabe of my roots

There comes a time when you must revisit your roots, no matter the depth. This is where mine lie, and they’re deep. Memories of my childhood are both warm and chilling, or perhaps it was just the notoriously faulty HVAC. Be the first to name the neighborhood where my childhood weekends were spent and get a cool Yo yo-yo. (It lights up and stuff!)

Remember, specificity counts!