Humans have very strong scent memory. Tell us about a smell that transports you.
Lilacs. Always and forever, Lilacs. When I smell the bloom, it is 50 years ago. Spring. Freedom from being trapped in the house all winter. We had a 176 acre farm I would run all summer long. I spent very little time in the house unless forced to by weather. Lilacs meant freedom. Memorial day also called Decoration Day. Granddad would take us around to each cemetery with a lawn mower in the trunk. We would tend the graves of our families, mow them and place flowers on them. Granny, Granddad, me and Mom.
Granny had 8 large lilac bushes interspersed with forsythia bushes. And one large white one plus a pussy willow bush at the end of the row of bushes. When they bloomed, freedom had come. I could run the farm. My world populated with Cowboys and Indians, space adventures, farming sets, ranch sets and freedom. I can still feel the grass under me as I played with my farm set outside.
The world was running, playing, freedom and love. It was perfect. And I would lose it all when my Granny died and we moved to town. I lost my running. I lost my protector who kept my mother from beating or verbally abusing me. And I lost the smell of Lilacs. I lost it all.
I still grieve for those smells. I still grieve for that time. The smell of lilacs filling the air as a tired, dirty little kid walks up the lane to the house for supper. Perfect, golden and wonderful with the smell of my lilacs. I miss you so much.