When I was a girl, the ice cream truck would come down our street at the edge of town. Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star. It's a Small World....The man smiled as he handed us our cones. We sat on the edge of our driveway, licking as fast as we could, soft serve dripping down our wrists and onto our knees.
The little girl from next door - Kelly, hair cascading straight down her back like a golden waterfall, would approach the window and hold out her hand. Mr. Ice Cream Man traded her a cone for the handful of gravel, his grin never wavering. Who could resist those big blue eyes anyway?
How are you keeping cool? What's your favorite snow cone flavor?
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