I have a rustic, log cabin house upstate. It provides a very homey feel, and it also provides me with my favorite smells. A crackling log fire, baking cookies, and a woody type of smell, that's indescribable. There's a fireplace in nearly every room, including my favorite room. The keeping room. It's a smallish kind of room. It has an oak, round table, that's in the middle of two cushy chairs, that face each other. That was where I had my favorite memory. That was the first time I had seen snow. Snow was magical to me. It was so exciting and each flake looked different. I was fascinated. I lay down in the garden and just stayed there watching the snow. I was completely mesmerized. It was perfect. Then, I went back there every winter for a while and it was so fun. My cousins got a place near our place and we would always go sledding. I will ever forget the memories I made there.