It was 1993, I was nine years old. I had entered the 18th century John Greenhow general store in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. The wide plank hardwood floors squeaking beneath my small boots, my hands clasped in anticipation. I was overwhelmed by the spicy smells of pine, cinnamon, and my favorite – lavender. I picked up the small bar of soap hand wrapped in paper and breathed in the scent.