ice cream

Ice cream




“Sweet, cool, and very delicious” that are what I will say if someone asks me about ice cream. Ice cream isn’t a dish so luxurious. You can enjoy a luscious ice cream at anywhere. I love it just because it always appeared into my wonderful memories.
In my feeling, ice cream is most delicious only when I ate together with my beloved friends, who had been deeply attached to me since I was a little child. At so hot summer afternoons of the North, we often dodged sleeping to play at the back of my garden. When we all were tired of waggish games .we liked climbing up my hammock under the old tamarind tree. At that moment, ice cream was the only thing we, innocent children, always dreamt about. Just thinking of sitting on the hammock, swinging my legs around, and eating cold ice creams made me mouth- watering. With the first push of my foot against the tree, I liked closing my eyes and let ice cream thaw gradually in my mouth. It seemed to have a cold wind blow through the whole of my body. All heat of summer disappeared. With next push of my foot against the tree, I relaxed more and more. Finally, I almost flew into the air. The taste of ice cream was as sweet as the taste of heaven. Ice cream had a lot of varieties with different tastes and colors. Chocolate ice cream was blown. Strawberry one was red, mango one was light yellow. Especially, I liked durian one most. Because its strong sweet taste and particular flavor left at the top of tongue a long time after having eaten. The nights at weekend were my favorite time too. Because children didn’t need to do homework or go to bed early. We could play childish games such as: hide, seek and tag…especially, we often caught fireflies in glass jar and watched them shine in the dark like tiny flashlight. After that we sat under fireflies light , saw the large sky and imaged about the wonderful things which would come in the future . at that time,the light flavor of cold ice creams would take our dream fly far, the simple,innocent dreams of children.
Now, I’m here, a place too far from my hometown. I hardly see that friends again. Each person of us has the own life. Up to now, my hobby hasn’t ever changed too. But ice cream can’t bring for me special feeling like at the childhood days