What definitely reminds you of your childhood? Yes, the flea market.
Today my wife (Karen) needed to get a music record for a piece of artwork. So we headed over to the local Flea Mall or whatever you call it.
It’s one of those stores that run a flea market all of the time in an old grocery store. Though I don’t think that explains why the place smelled like fresh cut potatoes.
Anyway, walking through places like this always remind me of my childhood because of the old crap that’s always for sale.
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