My Summer On The Ice Cream Truck
Posted by Anonymous in Love on Sep 22nd, 2007 | 6 commentsI was 15, a girl, he was 22, a bona fide hippie. Long hair, sandals a true hippie for the year 1975. When I first saw him he was standing on the ice cream truck giving out free records with every purchase. He gave me a record even though I hadn’t bought any ice cream yet. After that day I rode with him every chance I got. He took me to my very first concert in Central Park, he took me to a Broadway show he even took me to his room and showed me what he liked to eat. He only ever went down & never made me do anything to him. This wannabe (me) hippie thought he was just the coolest ever & that made me cool because I hung with him. So I was in love right? Yes I was but not with him. I was in love with a ice cream bar with chocolate on the outside AND the inside. Before that summer the ice cream always had vanilla on the inside. I got to have my chocolate bar all summer and it was always free. I loved riding on that truck.
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outside AND inside? WOW
how is this a confession?
Lovely story, I think i hear the truck now…but you need a BLOG site sweetie. :)
“he got your playing with his ding-a-ling
everybody sing
his ding-a-ling
his ding-a-ling
he got your playing with his ding-a-ling”
how come i got a feeling that chocolate bar resembles a black d!ck?
This is very obviously all a metaphor thing. She doesn’t mean ‘chocolate’ or ‘ice cream’ literally, and if she did then she needs a blog/diary, and not to be wasting her time here.