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. (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 s...