The knife sliced through the melon, releasing the sweet aroma of childhood. In but a moment, as my nose transmitted the smell of the cantaloupe to my brain, I was transported. The smell of cantaloupe is my grandma. And camping. And Lake Tahoe. And abundant joy. For many, many years, we spent a glorious week of summer camping at Lake Tahoe. My grandma is the most amazing camp mate ever. Our camp site was incredibly supplied, including real dishes, real silverware, and real meals. Pancakes and bacon and sweet, ripe cantaloupe were my favorite. Although pictures are fun to see and bring back great memories, it is so fascinating to me how strongly you can be transported through time with a smell. As I breathed in the delicious smell of cantaloupe, there I was. Surrounded by tall pine trees. Walking on the beach of the Lake. Sitting around the campfire. It all flashed like a movie through my mind. I actually closed my eyes, and enjoyed each moment. I have told my grandma she is cantaloupe, but I don't think she quite understands what I mean. It truly is the most sweet, beautiful experience to slice up a fresh, ripe, sweet cantaloupe. Thank you grandma. I love you dearly.
What smell transports you?