My five senses help my memory to recall events
As I think back I find a joy that has been dormant in the closet of my mind. I am amazed to realize that everything and every memory has been associated closely to one or more of my five senses. I do not know if this is the usual for everyone or whether I am just unusually strange. Most of the smell and sounds are of nature; the leaves eroding and rotting into in the woodlands or the smell of the air after the snow, or the sea and the sea gulls. The cry of catbirds or animals purring, barking, or the parrot making her funny laughing or cat cries. I think my Cherokee heritage has something to do with my sensual sensitivities. Indians were very dependent on the ability to hear, smell and feel the changes around them and in many cases it was a survival necessity.