A friend of Pops somehow found my number trying to get ahold of Dad. He (the friend) was an integral part of our lives...when I was FREAKING 3yo. I haven't talked to this kind man since I was 5.

He asked me If I remembered getting ahold of his wallet. I didn't until he mentioned it. I got in trouble. It was my 1st lesson of propriety, privacy, and boundaries, I've been sentimentally verklempt in the past few hours.

It occurred to me that this kind man's voice evoked a Pavlovian reaction. In the years of living since then all senses have been affected.

...Potpourri spray reminds me of a short time of trying to cover the smell of addiction
...Sam Cooke songs bring me closer to what my father's youth was like
...Viewing The Grand Canyon reminds me that we are very small in an immense world (as it should be).

What tickles your senses?

Songs by David Pomeranz always brings back my high school memories where life was so simple and being happy was very easy.

Frank Sinatra songs would always remind me of my dad who loved singing his songs.

Seeing sexy models triggers the reason why I split up with my ex husband...he never could resist temptation lol

It's not all Cindy Crawford"s fault?

Smelling an aftershave, walking down a street, it takes me back
to high school and I look around for familiar faces from then.

When I over-toast toast, I think of my mommy, we would fight
for the burned ones.

If I hear an old Johnny Mathis song I want to dance close.

The site of an old outdoor drive-in movie screen gives
me chills..I recall every movie ever seen in one, and
with whom.

Nah almost anything in a bathing suit would do lol

Oh my GOSH the Drive In and the smell of a 63 Oldsmobile trunk (sneaking in)

LOL ,,,,AND...:( !

Hi.
we are small.
what tickles my senses?
a beautiful mind, people but most of all: kids!

My Mom, I love her so much.

When I read the title of this topic, I thought it was about . . .

The smell of crayons. Takes me back to my artsy side during childhood and teenage years.

Songs from the 90's and early 2000's

Movie and TV soundtracks

The sounds and smells at the lake.
Takes me back to when dad would take us to drown a box of worms.

Luther Vandros' "Dance with my father" reminds me of the first and only night l danced with my dad.

The scent of library books reminds me of my first true love, Nelly just loves the library too much and even though we missed out on our dream of "together forever" her love for books brushed off me and l just can't stop reading.

The sight and sounds of a fresh baby reminds me of how l felt when l was invited to see the face of my daughter for the very first time just a few second after she was delivered. I can still remember the humbling, sobering, emotional tear drops l shed when l saw her and became a dad and my life (our lives) have never been same till date from that second.

#Family is everything

The smell of pipe tobacco reminds me of Dad. A vision of his favorite pipe pops into my head the second I smell it.

Chantilly perfume was my Grandmother’s scent. It’s rare now to pick up that fragrance on someone, but now and then it happens and I swear I can feel Gran’s warm embrace.

Also...

Gingerbread smells like Christmas. We decorated our tree with ginger men and then started eating them all come Christmas Eve.

Vinegar smells like Easter from painting boiled eggs.

Cinnamon smells like Halloween. We were not allowed to trick-or-treat, but made candied apples to pass out on our front stoop.

Don't forget Willie's N-40 Martin guitar. "Trigger" Been had a hole played through it in the last 40 plus years.

I have an outstanding memory. Degenerative brain diseases do not run in my genetic heritage. My dad was still sharp as a tack the day he died, so was my mother.

In addition, I had memory training with the Dale Carnegie Institute in my early 20s. Part of that memory training was using associations to trigger memory.

While I am subject to memories triggered by my senses, I am able to recall experiences at will. Sometimes easily, sometimes with concentration. For the few details I don't recall, I can usually recall them later on.

My thumb represents a wide range of specific memories. My elbow, my fingernail and nearly every part of my body has been assigned memory triggers. That is because I always have those things with me.

During my public speaking classes we were tasked with giving a 10 minute presentation without notes. Part of the task was to tell which objects I assigned to different memories concerning my presentation.
I set my triggers to things in the room and the body parts I had in my view.
My hand represented one specific fact, a cracked light cover another specific fact and so on. I still recall that presentation. I can't verbatim recite it because the triggers are not withing my view but I could tell you the important aspects because I triggered those to my body.

The fact that any of you can trigger memories from the various objects you list, supports the discipline.
You are doing it already but may not realize it.