I love ice cream. Ever since I was a small girl, I remembered my mother taking me to get yummy ice cream from the ice cream truck during the summer. My mother would also take my younger sister with us too. I always remembered the huge ice cream truck coming around my neighborhood during the short summer months. After school when I was dismissed from classes, my mother would wait for me near the entrance of my local elementary school. We would then walk home since we lived only a few minutes from the school. At the time, we lived in a small apartment in the Green Lake area of Seattle. It was a very beautiful neighborhood overlooking the stunning view of the water. There were many childhood pastime memories of my father taking me to the park to play Frisbee and having picnics for lunch. It was lovely.
I lived in a nice neighborhood with many nearby children whom I attended school with as well. During the hot and sunny summer weather, I would always count all my change in my pink piggy bank to see if I had enough money to pay for ice cream. My parents would always add a small change of allowance into my piggy bank every week. It was very nice and generous of them. Every single day during the short summer months, I would always wait outside my front patio hoping that the ice cream truck would finally come. I knew that the ice cream truck came near my neighborhood by hearing the ice cream “bell.” It always played this kid nursery rhyme music sounding like something from “pop goes the weasel.” As soon as I heard the music play, I rushed downstairs with a few change of coins in my hand with my mother and sister. I had also noticed that many of the neighborhood kids rushed to the ice cream truck scene too.
The ice cream truck always had this nice man that worked behind the counter of the truck. I called him “the ice cream man.” I always called him “the ice cream man” because I never knew what his name was. I was always excited about getting ice cream and thanking the man behind the ice cream truck. Going to the ice cream truck each day to pay for my ice cream and eating it in wonderful delight was always a childhood memory of mine. I will never forget that. I still do see the ice cream truck driving around during the short summer months by my neighborhood to this day. It is a wonderful idea that ice cream trucks to this day are still driving around in certain neighborhoods to bring ice cream to kids and people. Don’t you think? I always see crowds of children with their parents waiting for the ice cream truck to arrive on the neighborhood complex. Watching that scene had brought me back to my childhood memories when I was a young girl with my mother and sister waiting at the “ice cream truck.”