finding comfort in the musty smell of childhood

Homes have unique aromas. The particular smell is something you need to be removed from to really notice; however, the memory of it sticks with you.

My childhood home had a distinct smell. Having a bedroom in a full-basement, not one of those fancy walk-outs, lent itself to living with an aroma on the musty side of fresh.

Today memories of childhood have come flooding back. I introduced my son to the foil-ball-flipping baseball card game I played when I was his age. His stockpile of 20,000 cards spent 20 years in that basement. My daughter picked up a copy of Lord of the Flies. This book was my Dad’s. I’m guessing it lived a good 30 years in that basement.

I haven’t been in this basement for 10 years; however, my guess is it still smells the same. It smells like these cards and that book. It still smells like home. Unless, that is, the new owners turned the basement into a fancy walk-out.

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