It's a tricky thing to describe, how just the scent of a familiar smell can pull you back in time to a forgotten moment in your memories. A treasured remembrance of a feeling that you can barely recall, yet you can't ever forget. My favorite particular moment involved a teary eyed fight, a dramatic get away, a cold rainy day, and a bonfire.
The day started out to be like every other Sunday, calm and relaxed. I woke up that day tired, which is not an uncommon occurrence. Although my sleep deprived eyes and unoperational brain were lacking I could hear the fight down stairs raging on and echoing throughout the house.Then I heard it, the wind blown rain slamming into the side of the house in what seemed like every direction, nothing good ever happened in my house when it rained.
I shook my head and walked down the staircase to see what was going on. It was my dad and one of my sisters yelling at each other, perusal I stepped in to help break up the fight. I said “ What's going on? Isn't it a little to early in the morning to start something like this? People are sleeping”.
They both stopped yelling and looked at me for what seemed like hours. Then they both started yelling at me, taking everything they were throwing at me, I said nothing.
I didn't know that that small argument was just the start of what going to come that day. I spent most of the day reading my book on the living room chair or gazing through the window to watch the rain, as my whole family
The day started out to be like every other Sunday, calm and relaxed. I woke up that day tired, which is not an uncommon occurrence. Although my sleep deprived eyes and unoperational brain were lacking I could hear the fight down stairs raging on and echoing throughout the house.Then I heard it, the wind blown rain slamming into the side of the house in what seemed like every direction, nothing good ever happened in my house when it rained.
I shook my head and walked down the staircase to see what was going on. It was my dad and one of my sisters yelling at each other, perusal I stepped in to help break up the fight. I said “ What's going on? Isn't it a little to early in the morning to start something like this? People are sleeping”.
They both stopped yelling and looked at me for what seemed like hours. Then they both started yelling at me, taking everything they were throwing at me, I said nothing.
I didn't know that that small argument was just the start of what going to come that day. I spent most of the day reading my book on the living room chair or gazing through the window to watch the rain, as my whole family