Ice Cream Nostalgia

As a little girl my family lived on a dirt road, and in the summer we had so much fun harrassing the ice cream man. My sister reminded me of that when I met her at my mom and dad's house. There was the ice cream trunk that would come down our road... almost like clock work... at the same time everyday.

My sister and I would hide behind our front door and scream... at the top of our lungs...

"STOP! STOP!" lol

Then we would shrink back down under where the screen didn't show us. We'd move to where we could watch out the window out of a corner so that we couldn't be detected.

The man would stop his truck... get out and kinda do a chinese fire drill around the truck looking for kids. He'd Cuss and get back in the truck and drive on... then we would do it again! He would repeat the chinese fire drill lookin for kids. Then get back in and drive off...

My sister and I at that point would be rolling on the floor in our living room giggling. We were so bad but we had fun doing alot of silly things. The ice cream truck in the summer was the best! Of course we ended up buying lots and lots of ice cream from him when we got older cause we felt bad.

I LOVE ICE CREAM!