I (still) scream for ice cream

I think I’ve figured out that there’s no age limit on having your heart (or stomach?) leap when you hear the sound of the ice cream truck. I always thought that my excitement for the ice cream truck would fade as I got older, but it never did. (And never mind that I always have a large supply of my own ice cream in the freezer, but somehow it just tastes better from the ice cream truck.) Once when I was in the military, I was working the night shift with my only chance for sleep during the day. I heard the truck’s distinct sound, which instantly woke me up from my daytime slumber. I sat up in bed, thinking: “Run! Catch that truck! Get that ice cream!” Then I sadly realized that I was probably too old to run after the ice cream truck, and more importantly, I needed to get some sleep for work more than I needed to get ice cream. Earlier this week Husband and I were outside assessing our dying lawn (yes, it appears to be dying again), when I heard its unmistakable melody. I had to restrain myself from starting off in a full sprint towards the noise. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find the truck. Fortunately, Husband took me out for ice cream later that night. The moral of the story is that ice cream is always good, although its taste somehow drastically improves after you’d had the thrill of running after an ice cream truck. Or maybe the moral of the story is that some things are too good to let go, no matter how old you are.