Childhood Memory
I remember being a little girl and playing
house outside with my older sister. We would be
fighting playing and we would hear the chimes of the ice cream truck. We would stop playing and scream
ICE CREAM together. Of course we would then run in and beg mom to give us some money to buy a treat. We would patiently wait in line together discussing what we were going to buy. I would always get the strawberry shortcake bar and my sis would always get the ice cream sandwich. If I felt daring I would get the princess with the bubble gum eyes. Oh, being a kid was so much fun!
Phil, Max, and I were all playing outside and Phil and I heard the music. We knew what it was. Max kept cupping his ear saying,
I hear that, listen! Phil and I gave each other the parent nod, you know, saying,
okay let's go get him an ice cream. Little did he know that we were about to surprise him with a tasty treat.
He picked some sort of cherry sorbet smoothie thing.
Now every time he hears the chimes of the truck, he says,
ice cream pease mommy?
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