I inhaled the scent of wet grass and warm earth, and suddenly remembered my childhood. I remembered how we didn't hide from the rain, but rather, embraced it. We'd run barefoot through puddles, laugh, pick daisies, and then return home soaking wet. Happiness was surprisingly simple back then. You didn't have to look for it—it was all around us.

Sometimes I think adults too rarely allow themselves to stop and appreciate such moments. We're always rushing somewhere, even though the most precious memories are born precisely when you're not rushing.

Or maybe happiness never disappeared? It's just that with age, we notice it much less often.

Do you have a scent that instantly transports you back to your childhood?