IMAGINATIVE
I was meeting someone at the boy's old school to hand over some paintings I did for a benefit exhibition. A pre-school class was painting this castle out on the sunny campus green. Ah, the smell of tempera paint drying globbily in the hot sun! As with Proust's madeleines, this very specific scent wafted me back instantly to that halcyon time. My biggest problem back then was that I was always running out of paint. Come to think of it, I still have that problem.