A smell stopped me in my tracks.
Suddenly, I was a little boy again, holding a plastic Halloween mask, ready to walk the Bronx with my mother.
Some memories never leave us.
They simply wait to be found.
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Suddenly, I was a little boy again, holding a plastic Halloween mask, ready to walk the Bronx with my mother.
Some memories never leave us.
They simply wait to be found.
#IAmWriting #WritingCommunity #BronxNostalgia #TheBronxPhilosopher
The Smell of Halloween
A strange smell in an elevator opened a door I hadn't walked through in decades, carrying me back to plastic Halloween masks, orange candy buckets, Washington Avenue, and my mother's hand holding mine.
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October 30, 2026 at 12:14 AM
A smell stopped me in my tracks.
Suddenly, I was a little boy again, holding a plastic Halloween mask, ready to walk the Bronx with my mother.
Some memories never leave us.
They simply wait to be found.
#IAmWriting #WritingCommunity #BronxNostalgia #TheBronxPhilosopher
Suddenly, I was a little boy again, holding a plastic Halloween mask, ready to walk the Bronx with my mother.
Some memories never leave us.
They simply wait to be found.
#IAmWriting #WritingCommunity #BronxNostalgia #TheBronxPhilosopher