Ice Cream
If you were 6 years old, a girl with two younger brothers, would you go by yourself to get ice cream, for the family? At night??
When my father came home , after working at the Post Office, and on his feet all day, we would have supper. Afterwards, my brothers and I would play outside in our backyard, on the swings, until we were called in.
My father would ask me to go to the Kissell Drug Store, and have the Soda Jerk, hand-pack one (1) quart vanilla ice cream, the way my mother liked.
Money in hand, I had to cross Carter Ave., and go one (1) block, and when car lights, flicker, I would dash behind a tree. It was dark and I was scared. Crossing Florissant Ave., I was there! With ice cream in hand, I ran home as fast as I could, never told anyone I was so scared, cause, I love ice cream!
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This is a good story. I love you! 🙂 Cc> (ice cream cone smiley)