Popping Popcorn, mom baking bread. The sound of Dad’s Muzak. The sounds of my sons piano playing wafting through the house. Talking into the wee hours of night with my mom. Hearing my husband say “I have an idea!” And me so excited to hear what it is. the smell of Aquavelva and cigarettes. Hearing my dads on purpose scary laughter when we watched a scary movie. Diaryland (if you know you know). Skinny dipping with Elizabeth. The birth of our son. Playing jacks at Birdies. Nanna’s perfume – White Shoulder’s. Fighting with my siblings. (I miss that as a kid) My first independent plane ride. My first kiss. (I am talking about you Brian Taylor). the smell of bbq’s, suntan lotion, and lake water.
What Makes You Nostalgic?
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