When I was a boy, and I heard the the sound of a certain kind of music, this told me that the ice cream truck was coming near. So, I would count the change from money I had earned from the chores I had done. I would become greatly excited you see. I would sit and wait on the curb in front of the house in which I grew up in. I feared that if I did not wait patiently, the ice cream man might pass on by, I wouldn't get my ice cream. Yesterday, I was doing some home repairs. It was a mighty, might hot day, and I was sweating profusely. But then, I heard the music. The ice cream man was approaching, you see. So, I stopped what I was doing, and I waited for the Ice cream man like I did when I was a boy. As the truck came near, I flagged down the Ice cream man, and I got my ice cream. I then sat on the curb in front of my house, and I pondered greatly. I wondered, why do I these things? Then, answer suddenly came to me. I guess I just like eating ice cream. :smile: But to find out what happens next, you must read the next chapter.
