There are sights and smells from our childhood we never forget. I grew up in the home my grandfather built.
I can still remember the sound of the grow ups talking downstairs while I was upstairs pretending to go to sleep. I remember the sound of the grandfather clock at the bottom of the staircase chiming every fifteen minutes and chiming the specific number of times on the hour.
My grandmother also lived in our hometown. The sights and smells of her home are just as vivid.
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