"Dude, what kind of soap is this?"
"I dunno. Dial?"
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah. It's just - the smell."
"No, it just reminds me of something. You know they say that memories are really strongly connected to your sense of smell."
"Olfactory memory. Yeah."
"This brings me back to when I was a kid, when my parents were still married. Our entire family, aunts and uncles and cousins, everybody, would go camping every year. We'd go to this place called Moonshine Creek up in the mountains. This is the soap we used there, in the showers."
"I've never been camping before."
"City boy. Well, we had a camper, we went so often. Nothing fancy, just this thing you could tow around. I also remember the smell of fire, an outdoors fire. There's nothing else that smells like that. It's strange, memory. The only other things I remember about camping are walking along some abandoned railroad tracks further up the mountain from the campsite. And this girl who used to be there with her family every year, too."
"Was she your girlfriend?"
"I was like seven. Seven or eight. And really what I mostly recall about her was that she told me and my brother this scary story one night at the campfire. I don't really remember what it was about, just that the punchline, or I guess the climax, was some guy's ghost hovering around saying 'Johnny come 'n get your liverrrrrrr!!!' Creepy, but that's exactly how she said it. Why can't I remember more about those times?"
"Babe? Hello? ...okay please turn that light back on. Ha ha. It's not... funny anymore."
Created: Feb 22, 2012yeahwhateverok Document Media