Have you ever heard a song on the radio and gotten almost violently thrown back into a memory?
It almost hurts sometimes, that feeling. Every time I hear 'Paparazzi' by Lady Gaga, I'm tossed back to 2009, working at that donut store, dipping flower-shaped donuts in white fondant. (That was a dark time, which is why it probably happens so consistently.)
When I hear 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams, I'm back on the cruise ship. I'd never been on a cruise before (haven't been since, either, but I'm not dead yet). At least that's a happy memory!
'Eight Miles High' by The Byrds has me back on a Sunday morning, listening to records with my Dad. It's a good, calm memory.
I've heard of this happening with smells, too, but music is way more powerful for my brain.
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