Seriously, I miss these thing so much.
Man, nothing beat sitting around on a hot-ass day, and then out in the distance you start to hear the humming of "Pop Goes the Weasel." All the kids on the block knew what that meant; the ice cream man was coming. These things always had the very best ice cream, better than any of that crap in stores today. I'll never forget biting chunks out of characters like Sonic the Hedgehog, Spiderman, and the Ninja Turtles. Things got so intense when that truck came around. It was like a horde of children just emerged from the brush like a bunch of rabid Ewoks. I even remember a time when I busted my ass chasing that truck down, and I got right back up, covered in blood and rock fragments stuck in me, and caught it. It was so satisfying, with my GameBoy Advance in one hand and a Sonic popsicle in the other. Oh, how I wish I could find popsicles like this is stores today...
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