The POP-EXPOSE ‘Sensory Time Travel‘ by Mitchell Smith!
The mind is a curious thing. The past several decades I have been trying to understand it. Groundbreaking discoveries have helped us understand how the brain works, and several drugs have been created that can promote the health and wellbeing of the human brain. One of the most fascinating things I find about the brain is it’s ability to transport us to a time in our past. Many things can instantly sweep us back to a better more innocent time in our lives. A certain smell can whisk us back to grandmas house, a song can transport us back to an old friend in high school, watching a classic movie can send us back to our childhood with a sibling, the taste of a home cooked meal can bring back loved ones who have long departed this world, and holding a ancient artifact can transport us back thousands of years to those ancestors who made this world what it is today.
I have experienced all of these and I’m sure many of you have as well. One of the most dominate things that instantly sends me back in time is the smell of fresh plywood. It takes me back to helping my dad as a kid putting up buildings. There is no better smell to me than a freshly built room of plywood. It takes me back to a simpler time in life and I will always be able to feel my dads gentle hand teaching me how to hammer. Many songs send me back to reminisce about days of old. One song that always transports me to such a specific place I can see the people, furniture, and the layout of the basement of the sorority house I was in.
I can hear 2 of the sisters saying go Mitch as I belt out Blues Travelers “Hook.” Many movies and pictures bring me back to a simpler time in life, that of joy and pleasure, but the one thing that transports me back instantly when I look at it is an object, the 1989 G I Joe Deep Six figure. I can see myself in my old room, I was hitting my mid teens by then and he was one of the last Joes I got as a gift and Deep Six was one of those few figures that I held onto from my childhood and I have my original figure of him complete with teeth marks from my dog who has long passed, so that figure hold a special spot in my heart. Many tastes bring me back to a more innocent time in my life, Grandmas tuna noodle casserole, moms homemade dressing at thanksgiving, or dads homemade rolls that his mother taught him how to make as a child, and I never had the pleasure of tasting my grandmothers rolls personally just what had been handed down to my father, but I think the one taste that always brings me back to home, probably because it’s the one place I can get them are Glacier hot dogs. Pretty much can only get them in the North East part of New York, but when you get them straight from the factory they were so fresh and good, you could eat them cold right out of the package, it was something I had a steady dose of as a kid and I am drawn back to Sunday rides with my family where we would climb into our van and just drive around for 6-10 hours and stop if we saw something interesting. It was spontaneous exploration.
Finally there is touch this is probably one of the faintest senses that transports me into the past. One thing that can send me through the time portal is sand. My front yard was a huge sand box. I would guess roughly 20×30 and my brothers and I had lots of Tonka Trucks. We spent hours building roads and digging sand. Good times and that was one of my fondest memories as a kid. Well I hope you enjoyed and if you care to share what transports you into the past, feel free, I think it would be interesting to hear about.
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