The Smell of Spring

The smells of spring bring back several memories for me. Most exclusively, the smell of spring brings in great memories of the start of baseball season. Memories of that first day of outside practice after being in the gym for the better part of two weeks come back with great detail. The sometimes cold, sometimes comforting breeze hits my face as I try and extend the length that my puny arm can throw. The smell of spring brings back bad memories of baseball as well. Memories of sucking very badly at baseball appear. Those first few weeks when hitting the ball foul was the only contact i could ever make. Besides baseball, the smell of spring brings back memories of the winding down school year. I remember those few years where the end of school actually meant something important. Like at the end of 6th grade year where I thought middle school was going to be the best thing to ever happen. Or at the end of 8th grade year, where i had realized that middle school was lame and high school was going to be the best thing to ever happen. And now memories of this spring will probably come later; memories of high school winding down and thinking college is going to be the best thing to ever happen. Spring holds a lot of cherished memories for me.