Yes the sense of smell. That smell is pegged to memories. I remember the smell of mom's baked bread. As a kid I would ride my bike for a while then come in and ask mom if it was done yet. I would go out again the ride the bike for longer the come back in again and ask the same thing. Mom, No not yet go ride your bike a little longer. This would go on and on. Finally the bread is done. I could remember really working hard at staying on my bike and getting sweaty. It was all worth it to get that fresh bread. I haven't thought about that riding my bike as a way of waiting for that bread in decades.
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Such a nice story and a great memory ! Thanks for sharing !!!