A Simple Pick-Me-Up
When I was young, going out for an ice cream cone was one of the best things that could happen to you as a kid. IIt was different from getting ice cream from the fridge because we had to get in the car and drive to the parlor and choose from all of the flavors that we couldn’t buy from the store. And it was more special than the ice cream truck because we enjoyed our ice cream outside the shop and all of the other children looked at us with eyes full of envy. I decided the other day to relive this joy and I found that excitement wasn’t extinguished by my years of adulthood. I grabbed my single scoop on a waffle cone and sat outside the parlor taking in all of the joy of the moment no matter how simple it may have seemed. Who knew time travel was possible via an ice cream cone?