Bloganuary 2023 : Day # 16- ‘ Do you have a memory that’s linked to a smell?
I don’t think I have a memory that’s linked to any particular smell. However, when it’s hot and rain drops touch dry soil there’s a smell that takes me back to childhood. Sometimes I stand and take a deep breath just as the rain starts to drizzle. I don’t know what it is about that smell that takes me to a sweet place. I grew up in the Caribbean. As a child I played in the rain a lot.
Much to my mother’s dismay I would come home from school quite often with my shoes in my hand and soaking wet. We had a run-off from the gutter towards the back of our house – that was our outdoor shower when it rained. All seven of us kids! I actually went back home and had one last shower as an adult some years ago. I think they changed the roof and gutter after that.
I think these are some of the memories that I link to the smell of rain hitting the hot dry soil. It takes me back to simpler days when it didn’t take much to make me and my siblings happy. Not much to worry about, possibly a kinder gentler world. Maybe a time when children felt much safer- when nature was our stage to play, dance and laugh. We had little or no screen time – made our drama. We were our own audience, playwrights and characters. Those days we ran in the rain rather than away from it. Back then I would run and dance in the rain barefooted and free. I can’t remember the last time I walked outside barefooted or stood in the rain. I think I’ll do that one day soon for old time sake. What do you think?