There is something about the smell of a fresh picked apple that makes me feel nostalgic about my childhood. When I was 4 years old we lived near an apple tree that was next to some land with sheep. When I smell an apple, I am right back there standing in that field, shoving sun warmed apples through a narrow fence to feed the sheep. It makes me wonder, when my sons are grown, what things will they look back upon and feel nostalgic about. What memories will they cherish and bring a smile to their faces? There is so much pressure on parents these days to be the perfect…