It’s always interesting to me to think about which sights, smells, and sounds make you think of one certain person, or bring you back to one certain place. For example, whenever I hear grandfather clocks, it makes me think of my dad’s father’s house. I remember trying to fall asleep on the couch listening to the clock tick, and ring out the time. I’ve been plenty of other places that have grandfather clocks, but the sound of one ringing out the time always make me think of Grandpa’s.