There are smells, colors, flavors and a whole universe of sensations that we carry with us from childhood and are forever engraved in our memory.
I still remember the flavor of the vanilla ice cream I used to eat on Sundays (yes, because at that time we were only entitled to get treats on special days!) at “Pimar” pastry shop, unfortunately, closed long ago. The taste and, especially, the smell of the roasted green corncobs, whose ears we used to pick when I was on summer vacations at the holidays home we rented at the beach. Always the same beach and the same house, year after year.
The scent of my younger brothers' baby cologne. Flavors and smells I try to recreate whenever I can, without succeeding most of the times.
When we feel them again - and they are never, truly, the same - it's an immense joy. It's like we go back in time and remember the wonderful things we've lived. Because, hopefully, and fortunately, most of us have more positive experiences than negative.
And the children's tales, the movies, the books, the fairies, the princesses (I am "girl"!), who have inhabited our childhood's imagination and that, today, we remember as our childhood friends. I love to watch those movies over and over again, and I enjoyed doing it with my children while they were kids.
I've got a special feeling when I think that I've also helped to grow their imagination and, when they grow up as adults, they will remember the smells, the colors, the flavors and the characters of their childhood too, cherishing them with as much as I do.
Maybe this is how we keep our memory alive, in our dear ones, when we finally leave this Earth.
Isabel
www.isabelnolasco.com
Photos: Kids from East Timor.
Taken with my Canon EOS 5D MKIII.
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