Ice cream thoughts

I look at the ice cream container. The colors inside are brown and white. For some reason, I assume the brown is chocolate. I take the white paper lid off. The smell is reminiscent of frozen food. I put my nose closer,  smelling the ice cream in greater detail. I smell root beer. I am not disappointed that it is not chocolate, just surprised that it is not. I dig in and take my first bite. Instantly, I am transported to childhood. I think of hot summer days, either at daycare or Girls’ Inc. I can almost hear the sound of noisy children, talking and giggling excitedly at the fun idea of getting cold treats on a hot day. When the cup is empty, I am saddened, but I am glad that the ice cream took me back to my “little pink shoes” days.