“Daddy Daddy, ice cream man is here!”
“Let’s go down get some ice cream.”
We scrambled out of the house, and in 2 minutes joined a group of neighbours, queuing at the back of a mobile ice cream van.
When I was younger, it used to be sold from a modified motorcycle, with a freezer box on its side.
We chose from a few simple flavors, vanilla, chocolate, chocolate chips, sweet corn etc.
The uncle would cut one slice of ice cream from a larger slab, wedge it between our choice of rainbow bread, or wafer biscuits.
And we will be sitting around enjoying the ice cream with family or friends.
Fast forward to today — 24-hour supermarkets, e-commerce, grocery delivery and what not, getting ice cream now is as easy as a few clicks on the phone.
Convenient, yes.
But I wonder…
Will the future generation ever know the joy of hearing that distant bell and scrambling downstairs with coins in their hand?
Will they remember the experience — not just the ice cream?
Modernisation brings progress. But it also changes some things.
And sometimes, these little things were the best parts of growing up.
Not the electronic devices.
So today, as we were standing in line, I was quietly grateful.
For this Sunday throwback.
For the chance to relive something from my past — now through my kids.
Some things may fade away…
But the memories will stay with us.
