Certain Smells remind me of things. The smell of bacon reminds me of my grandma and grandpa's house.
I loved to go to Grandma and Grandpa Gardner's home. I always felt loved there. They were never judgemental and always laughed when I tried to be funny or silly. I remember feeling more at ease in their home than any other place.
I remember sitting on the patio swing with grandma while grandpa sat in his patio chair listening to music. I learned to put salt and pepper on my watermelon. Grandma was very thin and always well dressed. Grandpa was plump, always wore blue jean overalls, and smelled like old spice.
I miss them. Maybe that is why I love bacon so much.
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