I woke up one day thinking about my old times. And suddenly, a feeling of the past came to my mind and it brought me to the memory of a good smell that I used to feel from some flowers that my gramma used to farm. That smell always used to start just a few days before Christmas, the best season of the year, in my opinion.
Most of my good memories are about Christmas: the taste of food and how my family was complete. I still can see and hear the image and sound of everybody on those nights. If I could just come back to the past!