Hump Day Poll: What Takes YOU Back?
In a world that is spiraling down the toilet ever changing, and sometimes not for the better, there are small things we can do to create little pockets of nostalgia from a simpler time. It's harder and harder to find things from your childhood and if you do, often they aren't the same. (I still lament the death of the taste of Chef Boy Ardee boxed pizza mix. Sigh) But for me, there are a few scents that I can rely on that are still out there. When we were dating, one of my favorite scents was that spray musk and I was tickled to still be able to find it! One spritz of it and I'm ready for a night on the town with the teenaged Mr in his Iroc. I was also happy to find Night Magic from Avon is still available and gives me that same feeling. My friend got it for me last year and with as much as I use it (rarely to never), I'll have it until I'm dust. (I did find the solid perfume compact in a bin and still have it if I want to be truly...
That is exactly why you don't like to barf. All kinds of trauma behind it.
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One of my first real vivid memories of Christmas was the first time I had to be in the Christmas Choir as a kid. You had to be in 4th grade as that was the age to be old enough to be trusted with such an important event. We got in our uniforms and started singing Oh Come All Ye Faithful along with the (at the time) Men's Choir as all of us marched into the church from outside and everyone inside was standing to face us and smiling the biggest happiest smiles I have ever seen a crowd of people have. The church organ ( a huge pipe organ) was in the balcony above us and I remember being told that as we make our way to the front of the church we would have to watch our timing because sounds moves at 1100 feet per second and by the time we got to the front we were far enough away as to see his hand movements before we would hear the organ for song changes. Just always stuck with me because the Choir director and organist was our science teacher too. Being up on the altar with all my classmates and my Dad (he was in the Men's choir as well) was like a rite of passage for me since my older brothers had already done that before. Christas Eve mass was very special because of all that. Months of preparation. A few practice runs before the big day and that night it all just went perfectly and I will never forget it. Being a part of something big like that for the first time in my life at that point was just great to experience at that age.
I don't remember the circumstances but there is a picture of me when I'm around 3 yrs old standing with my sister in front of the tree and I'm bawling my eyes out. It's just the most pitiful thing to see and all I could think was why would you take this right now??? If I can find it, I'll send it to you. My hair was a lot lighter when I was little so it's weird to see. I was a cute kid as a little tyke...what happened?! Bahahaha!!
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