While at work the other day, (I work at a daycare), I noticed that the hand soap in the bathroom had been changed. The smell was familiar and the signature label has been branded into my brain from the time I was four-years-old. Suddenly, I was overcome with memories from when I myself was in preschool. It might be strangely specific, but the soap below, (or the "fish soap" as it's referred to in my family), has such a nostalgic smell for me.
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| (Image information: The "fish soap" obtained from Target) |
Although I never purchase this soap myself, anytime I use I get fond flashbacks of much simpler times--the times of bear hunts, baby bumblebees, and photoshoots for every season or holiday. Occasionally, I'll wash my hands in a public restroom and get sent straight back to my preschool classroom where I washed my hands for lunch everyday after a long morning of crafting.
The daily ritual before lunch was to stand in a line waiting to get on the step stool to wash our hands. Then, we would head to the lunchroom where I would eat my signature peanut butter sandwich, (which I have another preschool story about), or chicken nuggets. As we walked down to eat lunch, the scent of the soap was subtle, but it's the thing I would end up remembering the most from preschool. To this day it's a scent that I love and remember very fondly.
Author's Note: I got this idea from the curated prompts, but this scent was also on my brain lately because I have been using it a lot at work. I kept this one short, but I do have many other preschool stories I would love to tell. Putting these memories into words really helps me look back and reflect on times in my life that. Haven't thought about for awhile.
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