Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.
There weren’t many routines in my childhood what with all the moving—but there was a brief year, year and a half where my mom or dad took us to dance class every single Saturday. I had the trifecta jazz/tap/ballet. Perhaps because this was one of the few things we did consistently for a while, the smells are more ingrained in my brain. The sensations creating a groove in my brain connected to doing something that I loved—dancing.
But it wasn’t the smell of the dance studio or a piece of music that captured my memory. It was a pastry.
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