a_natural_beauty

So while at work this past Friday morning I went into the dining room to get water and ice for my water bottle and while in that room I got a whiff of smells of a certain kind of coffee that brought me back to my childhood - my girl scout days helping serve at pancake breakfast to be exact! I asked the one lady working in there if it was a certain kind of coffee and she said it wasn't. And I've been in there plenty of times before with coffee in the air. I don't even drink coffee - I just like the smell of it from time to time. So I'm not sure why or how it hit me the way it did, but what came rushing back was memories of those days. Pancakes, sausage, coffee, milk, orange juice, creamer, butter, syrup and sounds were now all around me. It made me want to go back to it. I'm still sort of going through the motions as I write this. The days of just helping along side others in my small town at the small firehall where the breakfasts were served for about a month in a half during the late winter/early spring. Cleaning up after costumers, wiping down tables, sweeping floors, setting up for the next group of costumers, selling girl scout cookies when we had them, being amongst my fellow peers, growing up, learning, experiencing... it was a simpler time.
I haven't had this happen much to me but I have read and heard about it. It always sounded like an interesting experience and it was in that moment. Have any of you gone through this?