It also brings back the happy memories of traveling from Massachusetts to Florida by car, stopping to refuel, picnics at rest stops for lunch, going over the George Washington Bridge and all the other wonderful and familiar sights. I remember when I was about twelve-years-old laying there in the back seat with a pillow under my head looking up at the clouds. I even made up a song about the clouds that I remember to this day. (My very first poem.)
I'd like to be a cloud up in the sky when I die
So I can look down and see the world all around.
And as I go by a certain house
I'll look in the winda
At my dear Linda
My lova Linda dear.
|Scott, age 70|
To this day, these two smells always bring back the happy memories of being with family that I loved so dearly.