You know when you smell something, whether it be food, freshly cut grass, the rain, or even clean sheets, and that smell triggers a memory for you?
Well, that happened to me yesterday when I stepped into the elevator in my building. What was the smell you ask? It was the overpowering smell of Fahrenheiht cologne. All of a sudden I was in 10th grade again, wearing baggy jeans, gold hoop earrings, and the sound of the Black Sheep could be heard faintly in the distance.
It's crazy how a scent could bring back such a vivid memory. Pretty funny, I think.
My next question is, who's the guy that still wears Fahrenheit?! It aint 1995 buddy.