Remember when…

Are you ever in the middle of doing something when you catch a whiff of a smell and you are suddenly, briefly transported back in time…

To when you were a kid hanging out at the Little League baseball park where your brothers used to play. And it smells of pizza, and hot dogs, french fries and hot grease. And you’re drinking Coke out of those little paper cups–the ones covered in wax. And eating Astro Pops which take to eat and get stuck in your teeth and cost 25¢. Not playing ball because you throw like a girl (which is understandable because, well, you are) and this was back when girls were a novelty on the team and the only ones who played, didn’t throw like a girl. And maybe their dad was the coach or something. And you’re running around, all pigtails put up in those “pigtail holders” with the plastic bubble gum-ball-looking things on the ends…

And then the wind changes and the smell is gone. And you’re back pumping gas on your way home from work far far away from the town where you grew up.

3 thoughts on “Remember when…

  1. Mine is iced tea, with a slightly plasic-y tang from the insulated container. Occasionally a body lotion will have that ester and suddenly it’s Fourth of July barbecue at my Coica Irene’s in Southampton and I can have as much tea as I want, unlike Coca Cola, because somehow the adults think its healthier……
    And I wear satsuma body lotion because it smells like the orange-ade that I got very rarely as a special treat at Woolworth’s lunch counter. It makes me feel YUMMY.

  2. My smell is distant pipe smoke. Somebody related to someone on one of the softball teams in my sister’s league (I never knew who) smoked a pipe from a distance during games, and the smell always takes me back to the softball field.
    This is a really thought provoking post.

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