I read this question somewhere: What smell makes you think of childhood?
I can tell you that the smell of freshly cut grass, and the smell of garlic, onion and tomatoes being sautéed bring back my childhood. I grew up in a household where I was allowed to sleep all I wanted during days without school. Naturally, when I wake up, it’s already time to cook for lunch. I would wake up with the smell of something being sautéed. I love that smell, even now!
During vacations and town fiestas, I would go to the province with some relatives. I have wonderful memories of playing in the field. Thus, the smell of freshly cut grass.
How about you? What smell brings back your childhood?
When it’s raining like today, I feel like going back to bed, reading, daydreaming, and just lazing around the house. A cup of hot chocolate (or a Swiss Miss!) will do the body so much good, don’t you think?
It’s raining so hard since last night. I need my blankie!
I saw a girl praying. She was murmuring something and after a little while, tears started running down her face. I wanted to offer her some solace but I knew that she would just feel embarrassed.
Maybe the reason why I noticed the girl was because I saw myself in her. Praying has become a solace for me when a problem enters my life. It has become an outlet, a friend of some sort, during the tough times, when I had no one to turn to. And yes, I cry to ease the burden I carry around.