Memories from my childhood courtesy of a sweet smelling summer evening

by admin on August 3, 2009

I was out in the yard picking up the kids’ toys the other evening long after they had both fallen asleep. It was a pleasant summer evening with the sun setting on a cotton candy sky causing whirls of reds, oranges, and purples to lazily drift along into the edges of twilight. As I walked to the edge of the yard I closed in on the cornfield behind our house when I caught the distinct aroma.

A brief breeze came from the field carrying the smell of corn all tasseled out and suddenly it hit me. A memory from 29 years ago.

I’m four years old riding on the dark red fuel tank of my dad’s Honda motorcycle along the service road for the irrigation out behind our farmhouse on Youngman Road. Green leafy corn towers above me and whips at the handlebars of the motorcycle. My dad has one arm on the handlebar and the other one protectively draped around my middle. In my four-year-old memory we’re driving at least 50 miles an hour and the emerald green corn is just a blur. I feel like I have a front row seat on a rocket, my dad’s going to live forever, and life just doesn’t get any better than this.

The damp smell of irrigated corn lingers and the memory fades away. I know if I go back out again tonight or any other night – it probably won’t affect me at the same level. It was nice to remember such a fun memory and have it refreshed in a small way.

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