On the way to school... The smell of musty plastic from the heater running in the 1970 alfa romeo and the burn on my toes as it finally began to come alive. The smell of my mothers hairspray in her freshly curled and coiffed '80s doo mingling with her french perfume as she dropped me off in front of the school... the scent strongest when she kissed me before I slid out of my seat, invariably touched by pink lipstick. The scent of plastic again, this time the scooby doo thermos lid I drank my orange juice from after quickly gobbling a granola bar before the bell rang. It's amazing how, working through scent, my mind clears and shows me memories I doubt I could have found searching through time or any other filter... man, I miss that thermos.