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sensory memory is a tricky thing...

 Had a weird thing happen today.

I was talking to my mother ( thats how a lot of weird always starts *L*) and she was referencing a man I met when I was 4 or 5 . According to my mother, I was still young enough to be sleeping on the family dog Bernie....a great big black furball of a dog...I haven't thought about that dog in years. She mentioned the mans name and at first I didn't remember him and then as she is talking..off on another tangent about something unrelated...my nose was filled with the sudden smell of car grease, dirt, sweat and horse shit...it was the oddest thing...and I repeated the sudden random smells that struck me to my mother ' did D always smell like....' ..and she laughed and said this man always smelled bad... and that he always smelled of those things....he worked on cars a lot and was always out with my grandpop in the fields with the horses... Its funny that his name didn't ring a bell at first but somewhere it triggered my sensory memory of him..as soon as I smelled those things... I remembered seeing him...big as a the doorway, blocking the sunlight into the house.... and to me at the time he looked 10' tall...scruffy beard, dirty face, big smile, huuuugue hands and dirty overalls, dusty, dirty black/brown shoes that my mom would yell about tracking 'horse mud' all over the house...

This strikes me as odd that this memory of this random man came back to me as if i JUST saw/smelled him...it was a tad overwhelming...sensory memory is a tricky thing...

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