While listening to The Weeknds in my room, I overheard the ice cream truck song and ran to the window to make sure I wasn’t buggin. I wasn’t. I haven’t seen an ice cream truck on my block since I was little. Once all of the kids my age grew up, they stopped coming down my street. But now my block is filled with kids again! And to see all of them run back and forth between the truck and their parents to get money … that got me all warm inside. Day maker, for sure!
Just something about your first ice cream truck experience of the season.
It’s the little things.