Ever since I was able to eat solid foods, strawberries were my favorite. Dipped in sugar, chocolate, or even just plain. As well as the taste, I was obsessed with the smell. My mom bathed me in strawberry soap, and filled the tub with berry scented bubbles. But it wasn't enough. I decided if our whole house didn’t smell like my favorite fruit, I was going to pack my things and move out. You know, like pack my barbie suitcase and find a new home (preferably with a hot tub). So