I was blessed to have a childhood full of memories growing up. It is always great to come across a scent that brings me back to childhood. There are two main ones which stick out for me, St. Benedict’s Fish Fry and the smell of a rubber track.
Being as today was a Friday during Lent, I was fortunate enough to experience the prior of those today. Walking down the stairs to the basement cafeteria, which has changed little over the past twenty-nine years. It brought back the memories, my grandparents, the Franciscans who doubled as balloon-animal-creators, 50-50 raffles, and of course the food! Anytime I get the chance to go back there really starts the weekend off on the right note.
I am certain the latter of the two scents will be a topic of a slice later this month as we near the best season of the year, track season.