CrackerJax
New Member
I'm the same way. The smell that really takes me back is ben-gay.
If I'm out and about and happen to pass by someone who has put some on, it always takes me back to those childhood days when my Mom & Dad would keep me in my safe closet. I had everything I needed in there. A blanket, pillow, teddy, bucket, and that fantastic ben-gay. A boy can get mighty bruised and I used to have my own tube all to myself. I was special, and that smell always takes me back to that fuzzy time in my memory. I can't really remember any details, but I guess that's normal. All I know is I loved that ben-gay.
If I'm out and about and happen to pass by someone who has put some on, it always takes me back to those childhood days when my Mom & Dad would keep me in my safe closet. I had everything I needed in there. A blanket, pillow, teddy, bucket, and that fantastic ben-gay. A boy can get mighty bruised and I used to have my own tube all to myself. I was special, and that smell always takes me back to that fuzzy time in my memory. I can't really remember any details, but I guess that's normal. All I know is I loved that ben-gay.