...in the grocery store today. I couldn't help it. It was overpriced and not very fresh, but when I picked it up and smelled it, it smelled like my childhood. In my mind I was in my backyard playing with the sun shining warm and bright, the lush tropical trees and flowers all around. I used to swing and sing on a swing someone, probably my dad, had set up right next to our neighbor's fence. To my right was a hibiscus bush. To my front and left a banana plant and other greenery, and further ahead to my right, and over the neighbor's fence, was a mango tree. It dropped huge mangoes in our yard, which we were free to enjoy.
It's funny how a smell can evoke a complex memory that way.
I had to buy the mango.