Whiff of the past

Is it weird that some times some passing scent just reminded me of something/somewhere/some time in past?

My love/hate relationship with my past add dimensions to my already chaotic cognitive dissonance.

Smell just reminded me of the times that I spent, after school/Saturday's after guide's activities.. Alone in the (what used to be) basketball in Pgs under that big big tree where we often climbed and sit on.. And where the nest of humongous fireants were.

The scent of grass braving the scorching afternoon sun. The occasional zephyr..

The world was much bigger and denser then..

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