dirt road with trees on both sides

I have several memories.

  1. The smell of Bondo takes me back to my dad’s garage as I’d follow him around with relentless questions from 5 year old me.
  2. The smell of leather from the skate rental department of the skating rink I practically grew up at.
  3. Wood smoke in the fall/winter. Many homes on my street had wood burning stoves or fireplaces.
  4. The smell of leaves in the fall as we’d traipse through all the vacant lots, climbing trees and building forts.
  5. The smell of spring when the storm windows came off and you got to open the windows for the first time in months.

What takes you back?

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