Since several of you have been kind enough to share your memories I thought I would share some of my most vivid smell and song provoked memories.
His name was Steve, he was 21 years old and I was 15. I didn't have a steady boyfriend at the time and I worried about that as most teenage girls do. My friend Krystal decided that Steve should be my boyfriend and she introduced me to him.
For our first "date" we and another "couple" were going to walk to the mall which was about a mile from where I lived. I was so excited I hurried down the front steps and tripped over my own two feet and landed face down on the concrete porch. So embarrassed and yet determined not to be a loser I hopped up and walked with the others to the mall. When we returned home my ankle was swollen like a great big soccer ball and it hurt.
Steve was so concerned he went everywhere with me to make sure I was okay. He even went to church and held my crutches which I never was able to use correctly. I got bruises under my arm.
At that time, the song by Minnie Ripperton "Loving You" played non stop on the radio. It was not my favorite or even in my top ten favorites but every time I heard that song from then on I thought of Steve. The perfume I was wearing at that time had a light floral scent and to this day if I smell that scent I think of him and remember that clumsy fall down the steps. I also remember the note he wrote me telling me I was as cute as a speckled pup and how I wondered what that meant.
Steve was an orphan, I don't remember where he was from but he wasn't from our town so he eventually moved back to his home. I don't remember exactly why or how we "broke up" but I'm sure it was confusing for both of us.
Steve was a smoker.
I learned of his passing of lung cancer only a few short years later.