I thought about this a lot and I think most of my best memories are smells. The smell of my horse (the most wonderful smell in the world), the smell of a leather saddle, the fresh mowed hay/grass. The smell in the air at sunrise especially when you are traveling, the dew on the grass. The smell of the earth after it rains. The freshly washed sheets, the smell of supper cooking on a cold winter evening. These smells are my happy place.