Fresh Cut Grass

I just got the first whiff of fresh cut grass the other day in Shanghai and again today in Beijing. I must say it reminded me of home and when I was younger. I guess what the say about smell being the strongest reflex trigger of memory is true. So I must say thanks mom and dad for always making me cut the grass. I always complained, "why do I have to do it?!!" I was told it was because Ben, my older brother, grew past that chore (really quickly) and Alex, my younger brother was too young and it was dangerous...so I guess it wasn't too dangerous for me. Besides, I valued $10 bucks a week a lot more than my brothers did at that age. Thanks mom and dad for making me cut the grass, how I never thought I would smell fresh cut grass on the other side of the world and for a split second feel closer to home.