I was six and gave her my favorite rock. She had never paid much attention to me but said she would kiss me if I gave it to her. I was in "love". She never kissed me again. I wonder where my rock is. Originally Posted by odensounds like my first marriage.....still looking for my house, car, money.....
.....she was chewing spearmint gum...so every time I smell spearmint I think about it....(good memories! thanks for this thread!!) Originally Posted by handyGiraffeHG, a similar memory sticks with me: We were in the back seat of my friend's 1967 Pontiac GTO (white with red upholstery); had never been so close to a girl, and all 5 of my senses were on overload, the most powerful being from her fragrance as my lips brushed her neck. To save my life, I couldn't tell you what scent it was. But every time I catch a whiff of perfume from a lady, for just a fleeting fraction of a second I fondly re-live that moment, and my knees weaken ever so slightly.