I could smell the sidewalk when rain starts to drop onto the pavement. It’s a nostalgic scent that brings me back to when I would walk to school with my dad who lovingly accompanied me each morning. It was our routine and the stroll actually had more meaning for me. It meant I was on my way to a classroom to learn. It meant that there was recess to look forward to because we played hopscotch until the bell rang. When we piled back into the classroom, we had milk and graham crackers before our afternoon nap. That fresh rain on sidewalk smell brings back so many memories and they were good memories too.