Every time I fill up my car I smell the gasoline
And I am instantly floated back to my childhood summers
As I lift the gas pump the strong fumes remind me
Of the gas-powered boat that my cabinmates and I would ride
As we learned how to ski and tube.
And I begin to feel free as I remember the wind in my hair
As the boat zoomed along the water dragging me and my friends on a circular innertube.
And as we turn the corner the gasoline creeps up my nose
And when we stop
I mention to my friend that I guiltily love the smell of gasoline.
And she smiles and says
“So do I.”