Friday, July 9, 2010
Remember When: Childhood Flavors
I distinctly remember the clanging of the bell,
Kids racing to the street to flag him down,
The white truck slowing at the curb,
And elbows flying for a spot in line.
I always chose an orange push-up,
Or a rocket bar.
I know the trucks are still around, but never in my neighborhood. :-(
My child has never had this experience.
The ice cream truck has melted from my life without a trace.
(photobucket.com/Forlo, thebehivecottage.blogspot.com, nineteen69.wordpress.com,flickr.com/photos/mojeecat)