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Little Things
Jul. 2nd, 2006 08:46 pmIt's amazing how much something seemingly small and insignificant can cheer me up, sometimes.
You'd think that at 31 years old I'd be mature enough that the sound of an ice cream truck meandering down the road on a hot summer day would no longer make me run to the door in delight - but you'd be wrong. And soft-serve vanilla ice cream probably shouldn't have such an impact on my atttitude and outlook, but it does. As far as I can tell, the only difference between now and elementary school is the fact that today I don't have to hunt down my mom and ask her for a dollar before I binge on sugary goodness.
Either way, I have had social time, and I have had ice-cream-like product, and the world seems like a much nicer place because of it.
You'd think that at 31 years old I'd be mature enough that the sound of an ice cream truck meandering down the road on a hot summer day would no longer make me run to the door in delight - but you'd be wrong. And soft-serve vanilla ice cream probably shouldn't have such an impact on my atttitude and outlook, but it does. As far as I can tell, the only difference between now and elementary school is the fact that today I don't have to hunt down my mom and ask her for a dollar before I binge on sugary goodness.
Either way, I have had social time, and I have had ice-cream-like product, and the world seems like a much nicer place because of it.
