I have several memories.
- 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.
- The smell of leather from the skate rental department of the skating rink I practically grew up at.
- Wood smoke in the fall/winter. Many homes on my street had wood burning stoves or fireplaces.
- The smell of leaves in the fall as we’d traipse through all the vacant lots, climbing trees and building forts.
- 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?