Favorite childhood memory…something that brings you home instantly…
That’s today’s question. What does that for you? It can be more than one thing. For me, it’s big storms, the kind that knocks the lights out. Our lights would go out easily, breakers would blow, and Mom would get out the storm candles (bowls and coffee cans with homemade candles in them) and the hurricane lantern, and then we’d go sit on the front porch and watch it blow sideways down the street.
Also, food tends to do it for me. Certain things.