Yesterday I found at home a box of 24 wax crayons I knew nothing of; so I opened it and startedt sorting them out to watch the colors, and while I was handling them, the typical smell spread in the room and... I got so moved I nearly cried.
I'm not very familiar with drawing so I've never used crayons again from primary school or so. That very peculiar smell materialized a world of sensations and emotions which were locked somewhere inside of me; I was a child again, for a moment.
It's been so nice!
I've been cuddling this thing all day.
Has something similar ever happened to you?