Today I was sitting on the floor playing with my daughter. We had all kinds of conversation, including which particular dolls were “nakey-jakey” — interesting term in our Jake-fathered home, BTW. While we were talking, I noticed a small plastic Strawberry Shortcake doll. Anyone out there who ever had a Strawberry Shortcake doll of any kind and who happened to read the title to this post will know what’s coming next. I just had to do it. I picked it up and . . .
. . . I smelled it.
Ahhhhh. Smells like childhood. Just like I remembered it. That plasticky strawberry smell that accompanied all of Strawberry Shortcake. And it made me smile. Ava tried to have me smell other dolls, but they just weren’t the same. It’s on her skin, but especially in her hair. Ahhhh, again. Makes me happy thinking about it the second time.
So what does your nose remember? I’m curious. . .
Well, TMI toilets. . a gross memory
back home in Indiana there were these little weed like plants that where fairly wild, I never found out what they were, but they always remind me of when my Poppie was alive and wonderful times we had with him
Mmm…Strawberry Shortcake scent. I remember that too.
Whenever I smell a pencil eraser, it takes me back to grade school. I had to put my pencil away while I ate lunch at my desk, because the smell grossed me out.