So I grew up in the middle of nowhere, Ohio. My house was in the center of a bunch of neighboring cornfields.
We didn't get girl scouts, encyclopedia salesfolks, knife sharpening, or proselytizers.
I read about some of the door-to-door stuff in books, but I had never seen an ice cream truck.
One day, I heard music, and my mom looked out the window, and did something strange and rare (we didn't have a lot growing up).
She handed us money from her purse and said, "RUN."
"RUN, I will give them directions after you get your ice cream, they must be SO lost."
So, my sister and I ran.
I don't even remember what I got. I remember it was sweet and cold. I remember my bare feet pounding on the grass in the front yard. I remember panting in the sun.
But I have never, ever forgotten the magic of that day.
Well, now I live in a big town! In a neighborhood! And I have heard ice cream trucks go by in recent years.
But none this year.
So I called an ice cream truck that I googled, asking if they ever came by.
"We're not out at a lot of places, gas prices being what they are, but we are doing events."
"Events like... birthdays?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"Y'all free for an hour on June 27?"
Today, we had a small and careful outdoor party.
And I asked them to tally up the ice cream at the end, and I'd cover it.
It was great fun, and my inner child was greatly pleased.
I had a snocone and a TMNT Raphael with bubblegum eyes and a blue raspberry Icee pop.
but my favorite part of the day.
My favorite part of the MONTH.
Was the neighbor kids coming by. Running. Bicycling. Money tucked tightly in their fists.
And I'm not like a wealthy person. I'm a musician.
But I have never felt richer than when I gestured to the kids who followed the music and said, "The ice cream is free."
Nobody abused my hospitality, and it'd honestly probably be okay if they had.
But I got to give some kids a tiny bit of the magic that that one terribly lost ice cream truck gave me on a summer day when I was a kid.
*wakes up and checks twitter* ….oops.
Thanks, y’all! I’m declaring comment amnesty, and I’d say check out my Patreon but hey maybe just get someone (including yourself) a frozen treat sometime?
The last birthday treat from the freezer!
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-A lot of the time I smile and get out of bed and get things done! But while I’m “functioning:”
-I spend a huge amount of time monitoring my own thoughts
-I worry about when the next episode will happen
-I worry about whether I’m making it all up, because, hey, I’m getting through the day, I haven’t killed myself yet, it must not be an actual problem.