When I heat up milk, the smell takes me back to when I was younger and hungry and my parents would warm milk up to fill my belly so I could go to sleep. Sometimes they made me a piece of toast, but often it was warm milk.
In december an open air museum here with old houses, metro's etc. has an ice rink. We used to go skating after school in an ice rink. They made it just like that.
Last year we could skate on natural ice though in the park. When I was young we always had cold winters and we'd always go skating.
And they have old games. We don't go there anymore, since the kids have gotten too old for it and don't like it anymore, but lol they also have it in the old ppl's home, where my dad lives now and we play it there. They also have stuff from my dad's youth. That's really cool.