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 PROMPT May 2nd What smell or sounds brings back great memories of your childhood? My dad's 1954 Oldsmobile Neighty Eight was a slick-looking car. One Friday afternoon he left me sitting in the passenger seat while he went in to rob the Royal Bank on the corner of Mountain and Main. The last thing he said to me before closing the car door was, "stay here and watch out for the cops." I sort of knew he was kidding about robbing the bank, but I figured I should keep an eye out for the cops anyway. I was so proud to be seated in that car; it had a three-color paint scheme (gloss white, light grey, and candy-apple red) and a lot of brightly polished chrome. The car was an eye-catcher and I was enjoying all the attention the car was attracting. All the other drivers who passed by looked intently at the car, even peering inside to see who's in the car... Me!  This was probably my proudest moment up to that point in my life. Turns out, dad never robbed that bank but he did leave me sitting in a running vehicle, parked at a bus stop during rush hour, and it did occur to me sometime later in my life that those people weren't actually admiring the beauty of the car as they drove slowly by. I've been looking around for this car lately or one like it. There is nothing like it out there, some come close, but none are identical. One thing I remember most about dad's Olds is the smell. When the heat of the sun warmed the leather bench seats the car had a scent that was like no other. It wasn't a particularly pleasant aroma, but it wasn't overly offensive either. The fragrance was a result of the exact mix of heated leather, dust, wax, hot painted metal, and a splash of leaded fuel, with a hint of hot rubber. It's that classic car scent, I can't describe it any better. I forgot about that car smell until many years later when I got into a late model vehicle and I picked up that very same scent and it took my memory right back to the day my dad robbed the Royal Bank on the corner of Mountain and Main. For the
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your comment. I've done some time curled up. The thumb-sucking never gets old, but the games get boring, and once you've seen all the videos the real world becomes a welcome lifestyle change.
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