“To watch a bunch of hippies lie around with their hairy armpits and gossip about the island folk. Fuck that.” Lmao I laughed real hard on this one.Musty basements? Hmmm reminds me of this one place that I used to hang out with my childhood friends. Now we all live in different places, have different lives but that scent reminds me of that place when life was easy and our biggest fear was getting caught smoking in an alley. (I’m not a smoker but I was a curious child) Those colognes and youthful crushes, wow! This actually makes sense. I still remember all my crushes, and how I felt back then.Kissing a rabbit? Hmmm never done that so I can’t relate but they’re cute.
lol. Yep, that's how I summarize island life (at least over here.) Bunch of misfits too. They do not like conforming, that is for sure. They hate 'city folk', but really they can't handle it in the urban jungle. Kissing is great (whether it be crushes or bunnies 🐇)by the way, why are all my nostalgias scent-based? I wonder if it has anything to do with sense of smell developing first in the limbic system.
I feel the same too. That’s a good one!
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Music gives instant nostalgia. I totally get what you said about your dad playing jazz and practicing. In my childhood, one of my great uncles was into singing opera. Now as an adult, I love operas. I listen to them almost everyday, but back then my great uncle used to scare me when he practiced. I would literally lose my mind when he goes on an impromptu cadenza. At the time, they were too weird to me. Now, I only wish I can go back in time to listen to him.
Could not agree more. In fact, classical music is in my background too. My mother, an aunt and a cousin all listened to classical music - opera included - and the latter two were both concert pianists. So classical music makes me a little nostalgic too. However, for whatever reason, my dad and jazz really bring back the memories. As far as childhood, when I was a little, I recall a time that I had gone to bed and was fast asleep. Then my dad, in a completely different part of the house, began rehearsing. (He played alto and tenor sax and sometimes, though not often, the clarinet.) The sound creeped into my dreams and I woke up crying as it gave me a nightmare. It only happened once and most of the time I just recall not liking what to my young ears sounded like random noise. However, at the concerts - or at the PJazz and Montreaux Detroit Jazz Fest (I am from the Detroit area) - it was amazing and as I became a teen I liked it even more.Still, as I say, brings back the memories.
Life’s changed. I wish I belonged to an era like the one you just depicted here. I would happily live with no internet, and all of today’s “comforts”.
Interesting that you say that, Marco. Electronic stuff replaced family outings. I think the kind of places I mentioned began to sprout up in the late 50s was because there were a lot of husbands with decent enough jobs and there were a lot of families looking for fun things to do. Now days, kids have to have devices with which to play games and watch movies all the time. The fact that they are always preoccupied and never get bored makes them jaded and they don't go out and invent their own fun. They don't take as much pleasure from real life. They aren't thrilled by going on outings to places that are both fun and educational. Are they storing up wonderful memories by burying their faces in devices?
I remember those! These were the best days. I remember I used to play it on my cousin’s Gameboy because my family never got me one. It is very nostalgic, you’re right!
You’re right! Schools especially are so nostalgic. I want to go back to my 1st ever high school overseas when I get a chance. I think I would remember every wall and every desk
That’s nice. Places can have such an impact when we visit them after a long absence.
Nothing is more powerful than music. It can take you back in time monetarily. Sometimes that’s good, sometimes bad.
I absolutely agree with you. In this case it's all good.
@meninaOh! My heart 💔
@FictionalCharacter Thank you. 😊 Those were good times, it's a shame that they're gone. 😔
Yeah, same here.
Cheer up my man. We’re all gonna die eventually.
Those were the days. My uncle used to play it in his car back then.
Yeah the 90s were the last great decade.
I wonder, why Jasmine?
The smell of cinnamon is one of the best smells.
Same! Yesterday they played Britney’s Genie in a Bottle at my local gym and it brought so many memories.
Wasn't that Christina?
Yes my bad lol. It’s Christina. To this day I keep mixing up their old songs.
Ugh! I'm so embarrassed I even knew that! 😣
Fashion is one of mine too. Sometimes the smell of a leather jacket can bring back too many memories!
That was an amazing smell