Grain... and wood. Those are the smells that take me back. I used to climb up on the grain barrel (the grains mixed with molasses) and sneak little hand fulls to chew on. One day, the lid on the barrel shifted and tipped up clobbering me in the chops. I got a fat lip, and bruised my front teeth. To this day, there are 2 spots on my front teeth where I suppose extra calcium was laid down as a result of that mis-hap. Too bad the rest of my teeth aren't as white! Then later on, I was never happier than when my Dad took me out on the road with him. He was a building contractor, so we'd visit the job sites, then my day was made in heaven if we got to stop at the old Agway store, and he gave me a quarter to go out back in the grain room and choose some scoops of grain to take home to my chickens.