Well, instead of jogging memories about overnights or being tucked in, this memory got me thinking about a particular set of cousins (eight kids) who lived in rural Maryland. My family used to go visit for a few days every summer, adding our gang of four kids to the mix.

Thinking of those vacations triggered a sensory memory (a little late for the discussion on that topic, but what the hell): the smell of crabs boiling. Ugh! What a stench. It permeated the house for over a day.

Even though I had helped catch the crabs (which was a lot of fun), I couldn't bring myself to eat them after smelling them cooking (not that I'm much of a seafood fan to begin with). I've never eaten anything crab related since then.