Recently I got to thinking about things that prompt a memory. A song, a movie or even a smell.
And sometimes, for that brief moment you can actually smell it.
I was reminded of how a certain pizza place used to smell. Walking into the building that housed the restaurant, the aroma of the pizza flooded the air and it was all you could smell walking through.
Another odd memory was the smell and taste of Crystal Pepsi. Although I wasn’t a big fan of it, it certainly took me back hearing that name. I only tried it a handful of times and to me it tasted like Pop Rocks Candy.
Remembering these smells reminds me that we had a pretty awesome childhood, our parents did what it took to make us happy and showed us how to be good people.
Is there a specific scent that reminds you of someone? Or something? Or even a place?
One of my fondest memories of my brother was when he took a Greyhound bus from Fort McMurray to Edmonton.
Anyone who knew Michael knows he could sleep anywhere and anytime. So as he would he fell asleep while the bus was driving.
If you knew him you’d also know that he is incredibly bad at waking up. Like I’m talking he will swing at you. Which increases my awe of the stranger who became a good Samaritan in this short story.
Him and another passenger were the last people on the bus. As he came out from the bus I could see him wave goodbye to an older Asian lady. I thought maybe he knew her.
Once he was in my car and we are on our way he kind of chuckled out of nowhere and I asked him what was so funny. He told me that he had fallen asleep on the bus right at the first hour of the five hour drive. And that lady had tried to wake him up once once bus stopped.
He said that the lady didn’t have very strong English skills but he kept hearing her say over and over “way up!”