Completely random....here are some of the sensory memories that have made me more alive:
- the smell of horses sweating and the feel of their deep inhales and exhales after a good ride
- swinging in Sturzl's hamock
- listening to roosters crowing at 5am in Harare
- mom playing the piano at night while Josh, Jon and I fell asleep
- the distinct ambulence siren sound that reminds me I'm in Europe
- the smell of dad's shirt when I'd hug him after a work day at Sargento
- the sharp smell of the conductor's sweat while leaning over me in the ET (afternoon rides were more memorable)
- the feel of my blanky on my neck or cheek
- the taste of grandma Suemnicht's chocolate chip cookies....and of taking Andies candies out of their fridge
- my first sips of Tanganda tea
- listening to Cyndie Lauper in Madison with Leah while driving out to the marsh
- the smell of books from the library
- the clicking of my new/old typewriter
- the smell of my African mudcloth, which I use as a bedspread....it still smells the same as when I brought it home
- sound of Jon or Josh bursting into the house shouting that the other one had a bloody nose
- the first Saturday that I woke up to the ND marching band playing the fight song
- singing Garth Brooks to and from horse shows
- the smell of breaking open a new bag of shavings in a freshly-stripped stall
- the sound of the Mullet River behind our Riverview Rd. house...and the small stream that ran off to the side of it
- sitting inside the wooden teepee at Shelly's house, the sun shining between the logs
