I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream

What is something that takes you back to your childhood? Something that, ironically, brings warm feelings? That something is ice cream. Unless you have a severe lactose intolerance and if so, sucks for you!! Just kidding. Really, though, as a kid you were treated to ice cream as a weekly tradition or celebrate at a birthday party or as a reward for acing a test. It was exciting choosing your flavor and telling the person at the counter your choice, if you went to an ice cream shop. Maybe you went to Carvel for scoops of mint, chocolate, or strawberry ice cream. Your parents might have taken you to a mom and pop shop for some soft serve ice cream cone. Maybe they had a seesaw outside where you where you and a sibling have a contest to see who can go higher. Or even having a tub of Breyer’s rocky road for after your dinner of fried chicken, mashed potato a side of vegetables. When you finished your veggies you were allowed a scoop of it.