I was eating a banana for breakfast and my mom told me a story that my banana reminded her of: when she and her sister were little kids, like, 5-6, they would walk by themselves to the convenience store down the street with their two beagle puppies (who did not need leashes at all for some reason because they had imprinted on my mom and her sister), and when they got there the puppies would dutifully wait outside for them while they went in. What would you buy as a 5-6 year old? Candy. They bought candy. And the smell of my breakfast reminded her of the banana taffy they would buy and brought her back to that time