ice cream Ice cream is the childhood dream, from bubblegum to mint chocolate chip. Every day i would go to the small ice cream beach hut stoll on the beach, ordering a small cone for me amd my brother and sister. Watching their faces light up with balloon birsting smiles climb across their face, eyes lighting ip to twinkle like chritmas fairy lights. Sitting on the sea wall, suffering the cold headache of a brain freeze, squinting my eyes closed to endure the pain. Tensing all my muslces as i readed my self fpr the in coming of the funny cold pain yet still to come, its like eating freashly layed snow on a cold snowy morning . Eatibg the small crystals of ice to holdong your head the next, but when its a summers hot day you will always want a ice cream.
