Thrusting Childhood Memories Into The Limelight

, , , , | Related | December 28, 2018

(My parents have bought a new brand of lime liquid hand soap, and after using it for the first time, I am overwhelmed with how much I love the scent. It also triggers an incredibly strong and highly specific memory of my childhood.)

Me: “Mum, what does this smell like to you?”

Mum: “Lime hand soap?”

Me: “No, but does it smell really familiar, or is that just me?”

Mum: “Uh, not really. It just smells pretty.”

(I get a similar response from my father. Suddenly, my brother, who is two years younger than me, walks into the room.)

Me: “[Brother], SMELL MY HANDS!”

Brother: “Wh-what? Why?”

Me: “Trust me! I’m going to sound insane, but this soap smells like the memory of the two of us playing web games in the year 2010.”

Brother: “Uh, yeah, that’s a new level of crazy. I’m going to just… go?”

Mum: “Just smell your sister’s hands, [Brother].”

(He does, reluctantly, sniff the scent of the soap. His eyes go wide.)

Brother: “IT SMELLS EXACTLY LIKE THE MEMORY OF THOSE GAMES!”

Me: “I TOLD YOU!”

(The conversation devolved further into an incredibly specific description of the weirdly random memory, which we shared almost to the letter. I never thought I’d be able to relate to the lyrics of “Stressed Out” so much!)

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