Sunday, August 18, 2019
Cinnamon Essay -- essays research papers
     I closed my eyes and sat quietly in the classroom. The slightest scent of cinnamon in the air and I was stuck. It was like turning back the hands of time to the most beautiful Autumn season I could remember. The aroma painted a picture in my mind that was so realistic every one of my senses were triggered.           The first sense that my brain detected was my sense of smell. I could smell holiday baking in the kitchen. Other things that I could smell were Big Red Gum, cinnamon buns, cinnamon pop tarts, gingerbread, pumpkin pie, basically I could smell any fragrance associated with just plain cinnamon.      With my eyes still shut, I focused more on the photograph in my memory. There...
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