there is someting about the wet earth and burned wood that makes me smile, there is remote memories about them particular smells, what are yours?, peraphs some certain sweety or the smell of pencilcases, tell me all about it.
I find myself brought back to my childhood whenever I smell yellowed pages from old books. Whenever I get that scent, pictures of my mother sitting beside me encouraging me what crayon to use for the coloring book would surface. =)
Good topic =)