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Childhood Ice Cream Memories (Eat before Melting)

Updated on June 13, 2014

Those lazy afternoons

You're just back from school and really tired and hungry. All you want to do is eat something and take a nice, relaxing nap before you wake up and head out to play.

And horror of horrors, for lunch is something that you totally despise, and its got loads and loads of peas! Eww! But even despicable lunch is better than your mom's wrath, and you sit down to eat, aware that you are in for a really tough ride.

And finally, you finish, and are more than happy to get away from the dining table and bury your misery in your bed.

The bell of joy

And that's when you hear that sound you always loved- the 'tring-tring' of the ice cream man. Your eyes light up, and you know good times are near, as long as your mother consents.

You go up to her and pull her arm, and she pretends not to know the reason why, when she knows exactly what you want.

And finally, after the initial mock refusal, she agrees to buy you what you want.

And the 'tring-tring' gets closer, and closer, and closer, until it's right in front of your gate, and you eagerly dash off to stop the ice cream man before he passes your house.

Ice cream!
Ice cream! | Source

The buying part

The ice cream cart stops in front of your gate, and you eagerly ask the man for the catalogue. Your mom stands behind you, watching your eagerness with a smile.

You look over the catalogue, hardly staying on one ice cream long enough to register its name, and finally pick the most colourful one.

Your mom pays the ice cream guy and he leaves pushing his cart, smiling and saying "bye" to you. And you are simply ecstatic! He is a hero in your eyes!

Unblemished indulgence

You tear the wrapper on the ice cream and take it to your favourite sofa. You lie down on it, with your legs hanging down the side, and begin licking it, gently at first, and then even harder, and soon, before you know it, you are biting whole chunks off!

Oh what bliss! There is a little smile on your face the whole time. It doesn't strike you to offer your mother even one bite. In fact, you are totally oblivious to her presence.

She watches you, feeling a pressing joy in her heart. When you are happy, so is she, and when you experience the indulgence of a child, she participates in it, reliving her own childhood.

You ate your afternoon ice cream with the unbridled delight of a child.
You ate your afternoon ice cream with the unbridled delight of a child. | Source

All good things end

You bite and bite, and lick every now and then, and before long, it's over. Finished. No more.

Oh how you crave for some more! But you know you won't get another one, at least not for the next couple of days, so you don't ask.

You lick your lips, enjoying the last of the flavour, and look at mom with the dazed eyes of someone who has just experienced something otherworldly.

And you head back to bed and sleep smug and satisfied, knowing that what you have just experienced will show in your performance at play this evening.

Innocence and Purity

Those were the days when you did not have to face the hard realities of life. That was a time when you did not have to bother earning the money to buy ice cream. That was a time when you were safe at home and school, away from the prying eyes of wicked people hell-bent on leading you astray. You did not have to compete with a bloodthirsty world, and you did not have to prove yourself to anybody. Those days etched in your mind will never return, but you can relive those moments at will, just by thinking back over a bar of ice cream, and you can look at the helplessness and innocence of a toddler and smile to yourself, knowing well enough that there are still many precious moments to experience.

We grow older, but our childhood always stays with us.
We grow older, but our childhood always stays with us. | Source

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      Rohan Rinaldo Felix 3 years ago from Chennai, India

      I'm glad you liked it! God bless!

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      passionate77 3 years ago

      interesting post rohan, enjoyed reading, blessings for shraing!

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      Dianna Mendez 3 years ago

      I remember playing outdoors and the sweet joy that followed when we heard the ice cream truck music. It was occasional, but we bought simple cones or ice pops from the vendor. Thanks for the reminder.

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      You've certainly chosen something we can all relate to on both sides of the ocean. Everyone loved to hear the ice cream truck, every childhood is filled with it! Nicely done.

      Voted up, and interesting.

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      CraftytotheCore 3 years ago

      Such a great Hub! When I was a little girl, I enjoyed chasing after the ice cream truck. The photos above bring back memories. We have an ice cream truck that stays at the park after school.

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      Pawan Kumar 3 years ago

      Evocative, simple and poignant. Thanks for refreshing the memories Rohan. Now for that ice-cream :D

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      Chitrangada Sharan 3 years ago from New Delhi, India

      Very interesting hub! Enjoyed reading it and the pictures are tempting too. You refreshed some of my childhood memories.

      Well done! Thanks.

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      HeatherH104 3 years ago from USA

      Very descriptive writing I can feel your excitement as a child for that ice cream! We didn't have ice cream trucks come to our neighborhood but my mom always had ice cream tubs in the freezer. Knowing there was a dish of ice cream at the end of the meal made eating the peas and beans a little easier. :)

      Voted up and shared.

      Heather

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