As I hold it in my hand, this tiny fruit brings back so many memories. The bumpy nature of its peel feels much like the textured walls of my first home. Its canary yellow exterior calls to mind The Man in the Yellow Hat, one of my favorite characters in the cartoons of Curious George. The aroma of the slices now hanging from my glass of tea, reminiscent of one of mother’s all day cleaning sprees. Though sour to the palate, its taste brings a smile to my face as I remember convincing my brother that its flavor was similar to an orange. Though the events occurred so long ago, they linger on in the minds of those that shared them, stimulated by everyday items, like a simple lemon.