keep it dark (snidegrrl) wrote,
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Five Random sense-memories from childhood:

Sound: In my 3rd or 4th grade year, we watched the Rankin-Bass Hobbit or ROTK. I honestly can't remember which. But I remember Glenn Yarborough's voice being inextricably linked from that point on with terror, because the movie scared the shit out of me. (The shit was easily scared out of me back then.)

Sight: I remember a blurry vision of a stranger whose hand I held by accident at the Virginia Beach boardwalk arts festival... In that moment I see sunny blue sky and the wrong face and I feel instant panic. I must have been under 5 when this happened.

Taste: Cinnamon toast. Crispy and sweet... how did this delicacy not follow me to adulthood?

Smell: There is a certain smell I can only describe as ... papery and metaly. The smell of old things. This smell is what I remember from going to the stamp/coin store with dad. As well as the faint smell of cigar smoke from the owner of the shop. Also the faint smell of stale sticks of gum from packs of collector cards. I think the shop owner's name was Nick, and he moved to Reno? It was near the Pembroke Mall, that I remember.

Touch: The soft brown corduroy of the wedge pillow I used to sit against while playing atari. It was a tight wale but had been in heavy rotation for a long time and was very soft.
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