I’m not sure about you, but I can still remember certain smells from my childhood. My mother cooking my favourite meal while I was waiting for my father to come home from work. Arrowroot cookies. And most memorable: the smell of a new colouring book and a fresh box of crayons.
I used to spend countless hours filling in images of Disney characters or Barbie. Like most children, I perfected my colouring techniques just in time to give it up and do more grown-up things.
And then our boys came along, and it was time to do it all over again.Continue Reading