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Originally Posted by Trollheart
I forgot another one: the smell of old books, like books in the library or old schoolbooks. I was an early reader (who woulda guessed, huh?) and joined my local library at 8 years. Like a fool I contemptuously passed the children's section and went straight for the adult, where I borrowed Kipling's "The jungle book". Man, was I annoyed when there wasn't one dancing bear nor singing ape in it!
But that smell always reminds me of the early, early days, discovering all those amazing books: you know, the big, hardbacked ones about geography, history, famous people and places, pottery ... anything really. Then I discovered the yellow-jacketed Gollanctz science-fiction novel series, and the path of my life was forever set...
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I like that smell too, though sometimes I find it kind of overpowering.
On the subject of childhood memory smells: I love the smell of freshly cut wood. My dad ran a small construction company out of our house when I was growing up and I spent a lot of time on job sites with him as a result. Now that smell just brings back happy memories. There's a house being constructed on the corner of my block right now and I've really been enjoying the smell every time I walk by.