You know how sometimes a certain smell just brings you back? Like the smell of homemade cookies makes you think of coming home from school, or the scent of way too much perfume takes you back to your Grandma's house?
Colby's only six, so he doesn't have a lot to look back on yet. I imagine, though, that when he gets older, the scent of damp air will elicit the same fond memory for him as it did this morning when he got out of the car at school.
"Mmmm... it smells like Disneyland."
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