I’m too tired now to give a nice explanation, but probably playing with Legos with my dad as a kid. Either that or waking up on a REALLY stormy summer morning and going to grandma’s house.
I’m too tired now to give a nice explanation, but probably playing with Legos with my dad as a kid. Either that or waking up on a REALLY stormy summer morning and going to grandma’s house.
Waking up on a cold winter’s morning to the smell of bacon, coffee, biscuits\gravy, and warming my back with my siblings next to my grandparents wood furnace. Every once and awhile one of those smells will take me back. It’s really hard to put into words. I kind of lose my breathe and get this impending doom knowing those warm memories will forever be a distant memory. Creating new memories is what keeps us moving forward but those days of comforting innocence will never be relived.
Oh my god, this one hits hard. The smell of bacon being fried in a skillet STILL gives me memories of when dad would fix some because he was up super early and needed something to do.