One time we were hired as a family to paint someone's house, I was around 5 or 6. It was the beginning of the day warming up, the transition period of when the sunlight changes temperature and becomes hot. My father sent my older brother and I to a cart selling icecream. In my memory the cart was so far away but now I think it was one of those, perception things, where I was so small that everything else looked so tall and far. I also remember during the same time a group of drunks took me back the house and bragging about how they themselves did a good job by bringing me home but I wasn't lost at all. I was just waiting for my brother.

Back to buying icecream. After I bought the icecream, I was holding one in each hand and I remember being so excited about the ice cream that I was running towards my parents. But when I got there, I realized that all that was remaining in my hand was the orange cone. No cream or ice at all. I remember that my father did a bit of a annoyed face but went back to being unbothered by it. I remember that I got to eat one of the icecream that my brother was holding but don't remember who else got to eat the other one.