I grew up in Texas and cars, garages were a big part of my childhood. It's your father in the garage with his friends, beers in hand as they talked about carburetors and engines or what not. Rock n roll blaring from the radio. I loved being in there just listening and feeling safe.
Gasoline also brings to mind other Texas memories, family reunions by the lake. I would watch my cousins fuel up their dirt bikes. I would wait there hoping for one of them to take pity on me and take me for a ride.
Gasoline also brings to mind the summer trips I took with my Dad. Loading up on junk food and gas at the station before taking off to Disneyland, or Friday Harbor to visit family, or Las Vegas where Dad would give me a bunch of money and send me up to the kids part of Circus Circus while he happily gambled in the casino.
Gasoline has always brought up pleasant memories and good times in my life.
2 comments:
The day after I posted about my favourite smell I was at a gas station and realized that gasoline is actually probably one of my favourite smells. I don't have the nice backstory you do, I just like the smell and I have no idea why. But at least now I know I'm not alone. Everyone else looks at me oddly whenever I say I love that smell.
Me too. I am so glad to hear that I am not as odd as I thought.
Post a Comment