The house that built me...

What senses send you back in time?  

While writing the fifth book in my GP series, I have been traveling back in time to write some of the summer camp and summertime experiences, cultivating decades old memories, reading Mad Magazines that have been in boxes in the basement for years and remembering the exact summer morning when I first read it in the back yard. Listening to old music gives an authenticity to the times. Sounds, smells, tastes... interesting how much can bring back visceral memory.

Then while listening to songs on Spotify, I hear Miranda Lambert's 'The house that built me...' wherein she travels to the house she grew up in and speaks to the memories the house holds.

They say "You can't go home again..." But WOW nostalgia and memory can actually feel physical.

When she sings "I'll bet you didn't know under that live oak my favorite dog is buried in the yard..." I'm done in!