I used to ride my bike to the beach before dawn when I was a kid to go surfing.
It was often foggy and damp, the bike path/trail was lined with licorice/anise plants.
The salt air and licorice mix is like a time machine……instantly back on the bike, surfboard under my arm, hoping for some good waves….
Then there is Dewar’s peppermint taffy chews. I hadn’t had one in about 30 years when someone brought some to our OR break room. One bite and I was transported back to around 1965 at Christmas in my grandparent’s living room.
Very vivid in my mind, to the point I could see my long dead Great grandparents, great uncles and distant cousins faces and almost hear their voices chattering in conversation.
Anyone have similar stories?
Let’s hear ’em
It was often foggy and damp, the bike path/trail was lined with licorice/anise plants.
The salt air and licorice mix is like a time machine……instantly back on the bike, surfboard under my arm, hoping for some good waves….
Then there is Dewar’s peppermint taffy chews. I hadn’t had one in about 30 years when someone brought some to our OR break room. One bite and I was transported back to around 1965 at Christmas in my grandparent’s living room.
Very vivid in my mind, to the point I could see my long dead Great grandparents, great uncles and distant cousins faces and almost hear their voices chattering in conversation.
Anyone have similar stories?
Let’s hear ’em