It seems like yesterday my brothers and me were running the ice cream truck down hoping for a snowcone. I know you remember the red, white, and blue cones that would melt quickly and drip out the bottom of the paper cone. I don't know if I ever finished one, but I do remember trying to drink the juice out of the bottom of the cone and it running down and dripping off my elbows. Well, I have not seen an ice cream truck in a while until we moved to the city. I heard the truck coming and looked out the window and this is what I saw....... Memories.......
P.S.: Camden and Cole opted for the ice cream sandwhich, I did notice a Dora ice cream, maybe next time.
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