I think some of us are still paying for those early years. I recall those summer nights living in the city . . . jumping rope, roller skating, playing hopscotch, waiting for bells of the ice cream truck (all with our SHOES on).
Here's a not so "clean" incident: My mom witnessed the driver of the ice cream truck urinating, then returning to fix the cones. She never bought anything from that vending guy again.
Yes, we all survived, but hopefully our habits have improved a little. |
