I have many fond memories from my childhood. One of them is Saturday morning breakfast with my family, the table laid with blended orange juice, scones, jam and a French press. I remember taking turns with my brother to push it down, and my dad reminding us to do it slowly. Another is one of my parents asking, "Would you like some coffee?" when they had friends over for dinner and it was time for dessert. It meant that the adults were going to talk in the living room and the kids were going to go play. In my mind the scent of coffee still triggers ideas of maturity and adulthood that I sensed as a kid. I love that smell. I love that a smell has the power to take you back to a single moment in time.
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