Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Screw Ice Cream, Let's Dance!


In honor of my mom...

Growing up, we didn't have an ice cream truck in our neighborhood. But my parents had some friends out of town and they had an ice cream truck in their neighborhood. One day we heard it going by and we asked what it was. My mom told us that it was the music man and that when we heard his music, we were supposed to go out and dance on the sidewalk.

I don't know how we missed the fact that while we were dancing, all the other kids around us were eating ice cream and pop-cycles. I was at least 10 years old before I realized that we had been scammed.

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