Ice, Ice, Baby

Maybe the last icecream this year - boy, it was warm and sunny today, just wonderful!

I had pistachio. Always a memory behind that one!
I was about 5 years old and near Hamburg at my Cousin´s place. The Icecream-Man used to come into the little street once a week in summer and we ran out to get some icecream (yeah, back then, what did we know about salmonella, huh? Maybe those guys took their jobs more seriously than today, not once I got sick).

That day was really hot. On bare feet we ran to get our icecream - me: pistachio.
Ice in hand we ran back to the garden. One sharp right turn and... there I flew - and the icecream, too.

Dog-poo. Fresh, warm dog-poo in the grass.
Did I mention I was barefoot.
Gross!

And my cousin was nearly dying from laughing!

And I remember I was so sorry that the icecream was lost... One week I had to wait.

Gosh, I´m old!!!! Kids today would shake their heads in disbelief!