Dog Poo Between My Toes

... or A Lost Pistachio Ice-Cream

I know Pistachio is green - this is just an example-pic)
We´re still waiting for sun and warm temps, so far only thing you can do is remember happy, hot summer-days.

Some were not as happy, though...

I was about 5-6 years old, I guess, and with my Cousin for the holidays in a small place near Hamburg.
Their house was in a side road, with garden and a little pool.

Once a week, I think it was Thursdays, too, the ice-cream man came - when he rang his bell, we begged for money to get a cone and with other kids that emerged out of all the houses nearby, we raced up to him.

Little did we know bout salmonella - and we got never ever sick from that ice-cream either!

Especially on one day I had no chance to get sick from it, eek, I still don´t know if to laugh or puke by the thought of it!
Certainly we ran around barefoot, and with run I mean running, as fast as we could. Did we ever think of glass on the road or such? No - and miraculously I can´t remember I hurt myself -yeah, you know, the good ole days were better than today, right?

My older Cousin had her ice a tad before me in hand and started running back home. I grabbed mine and ran after her, one sharp right-turn in the street, one sharp left to the lot and another sharp right into the garden and theeeere we flew, the ice-cream and me!
It was like in slow-motion, I felt something warm and slimey between the toes of my right foot, lost balance, flew through the air, managed to not brake the cone in the air or when hitting the ground and then.... the yummy, green Pistachio Ice-Cream (with pieces of real Pistachio in it!) left the cone, flew through the air and hit the grass.

Did I mention it was hot that day? No chance grabbing it back.

And my Cousin? She nearly lost hers, too, she was laughing so hard!

Boy, was I sad about that lost highlight of the week!

And then my Aunt came running - and got mad!

Eek! Guess she had to carry me to the bathroom, it was first floor. My foot was an ugly mess and the poo smelled soooo bad with the warm water, ewww.

I can still feel the warmth of the poo the moment I hit it.
Bet the darn dog - and his owner - witnessed it all and laughed their heads off!

This won´t happen ever again to me...
No more barefoot running in public places, no more unknown ice-cream from any ice-cream man, we don´t wanna risk salmonella, huh?

Those years back then were so easy...