Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young. How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from? I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it, try to sell out of it, never sell out, I'd probably only sell one. It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose, same clothes, homegrown, a stones throw from a creek we used to roam. It would remind us of when nothing really mattered out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter. #stressedout