We All Scream for Ice Cream.
You ever notice how ice cream makes everything better! If I came home and there was sadness in my eyes, my mother would surprise me with a trip to get ice cream. If you didn’t have a pint of Ben & Jerry’s or Häagen-Dazs in your freezer you had to walk to your local ice cream shop. If you were lucky enough you had the sounds of Mister Softee echoing the streets of your neighborhood. That song would play and you could here it three blocks away. I remember waiting outside thinking it was down the block, and it wouldn’t show up for another 15 minutes. That Mister Softee played tricks on us, but when he showed up, he came with smiles.
Mister Softee signified summer was here. School was soon to be led out and homework was a thing of the past. Ten minutes before the bell would ring, I remember looking out the classroom window to hear a truck rumbling outside the playground. [they weren’t allowed to play the song] It was him, that good old ice cream truck greeting us with slushes, cones and sprinkles. Yeah, I was a regular. Ice cream to me has always been the warming to my heart, even though its cold. It was always on time, bringing happy days along with it.
Vanilla ice cream has changed over the years. There are so many ice cream shops, it’s hard to keep up. Every place has a different way of serving their ice cream. You can get a combustion of unique flavors, mix it in with a selection of ingredients, freshly made with dried ice or skip it all and go for the froyo. All these creative outlets have one thing in common; their love for ice cream! It is simplicity in a cone, a cup, a museum that draws thousands of people a day. It is history that continuously repeats itself. Even those who run to the toilet right after, will still enjoy that little piece of nostalgia. It is the gift that never stops giving!
Warning: if ice cream truly makes you sick, please enjoy responsibly!
Love More, Peace More and Roar More.
Your Wild Spirit Guide,