Smelling a crayon takes you right back to childhood. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and take another hit.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Everyone knows that there are some odors that send you directly back to memories of your childhood - odors from Christmas time and so forth.
I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there.
Obviously, sometimes I just feel like looking like a box of crayons.
When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.
Smell is so powerful, you know. My grannies would both bake things like shortbreads and cookies. I think whenever I smell those kinds of things it really takes me back to my childhood.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.
I've always reverted to a sense of childhood, just in everyday life.
I vividly remember my sixth-grade classroom. I remember what it smelled like, where I sat, what I could see out the window, and how I felt about things. Peel away my decrepit middle-aged exterior, and an important part of me is still twelve years old. It helps me when I sit down to write stories for kids.
My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.
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