| Monday, April 23, 2007 |
| What You Will Not See in Arandis |
23 April 2007
 The ice cream truck! The ice cream truck!
You remember shouting these words as a child, don't you? As I was having dinner tonight, I heard the unmistakable (and most repetitative) tune of the local ice cream truck beginning to make its way through the neighborhood for the first time this year. And, after all these years of hearing it, tonight as I sat and listened to it, only one thought came to mind, oh how I wish I could drive through Arandis with that same little truck.
All I can do is smile as I imagine the look upon the children's faces...and so many children! And, I think this is one of those scenes where you really need to have walked those same streets to truly understand, or picture the scene of an ice cream truck driving around the streets of Arandis. It would be so out of the ordinary. In thinking about it, even some of the poor neighborhoods here still get to see the ice cream man come by. But not there.
Remember, as children, how excited we were to first hear this thing on another street and then finally have it come down our street? We would all run to our respective houses, unless of course we were lucky enough to have the change in our pockets already, to buy our favorite treat. Mine was the orange sherbert rocket thing, the cylindrical tube with that push up stick and the surprise plastic figure hidden beneath the ice cream.
Now, what a contrast. Typically towards the middle to end of the summer, I'll admit that at some times, I have become easily annoyed with hearing the music coming from that truck. Perhaps it's because I don't run out anymore, nor are my children around to do the same. It's lost its magic. Maybe this year my attitude will be different. Maybe, each time I hear the ice cream truck, I'll remember the children in Arandis who will likely never get to experience the excitement of having the ice cream man come around, let alone having the money to purchase an ice cream.
Once again, it is just something among the many things that realize I take for granted; something as simple as buying an ice cream from the ice cream truck.
Maybe, like tonight, hearing that repetitive tune will put a smile on my face as I close my eyes and drive through Arandis handing out ice cream to everyone. |
posted by Don @ 10:07 PM  |
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