I Remember (2)

I remember having a rash as a child.  Pre-school age.  My mother stuffed one of her nylon stockings with oatmeal and put it in the bathtub with me and hot water.  I remember the silky texture of the water as the oats softened.  I remember the nutty smell of the steam, a smell I would later in life associate with jism.  I still like oatmeal.  It's the one sure thing always in my kitchen cabinet.  After the bath, my mother dabbed my pink spots with calamine lotion.  I can almost remember the smell of calamine, remember liking it, can still see and feel the grainy, pastel pink cream drying on my skin, haven't smelled it for decades now.