Memories are made of this.

I had a glass of pineapple juice today.

It tasted so good. I swear, I haven't had a glass of pineapple juice in years. It evoked memories...simpler times, but the, memories generally are from simpler times.

It make me think of visits to Disneyland when I was a kid, and going to the tiki village. They always had pineapple there, either big hunks or glasses of pineapple juice, or frozen pineapple ice. It usually was warm or hot when we went, and it always tasted so good. Doesn't matter if I just ate, had something else, or whatever, when we got to the tropical tiki place, I had to have some pineapple juice.

There's a certain smell that comes with pineapple juice, along with the great taste. It lingers in the air, stays with you, reminds you just how good it can me. Even though I finished it about a half-hour back, I can still smell it, and enjoy the memories it carries.

Memories so strong, I had to talk about it, even if the words seem insignificant and can't compensate for the memories.

Still smells good. Tastes better.

In fact, it was so good, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go have another...