Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Have you ever remember memories by their smells? Or seen a picture or item that reminds you of an old memory? 

I remember when I was younger we lived with my grandmother. My parents worked and didn't want me by myself. They didn't think a 12year-old was mature enough. I'm mature for my age, normally other girls my age are obsessed with boys or dolls.

     My grandma owned a bakery which I helped out after school. I remember some of our regular customers, like Mrs. Green. She had lost her husband to the war. She didn't have any kids, she always called me sister.

      Those smells and people are precious memories that I hold. So now when I walk by a bakery it takes me back to that special time. Because some memories never fade...