Uhh, folks. I am a 47 year old man that is still living memories of my childhood. Why? Because at an early age my dad suffered from depression and took to alcohol as an escape. Needless to say by the time I was born he was an alcoholic and that is the only dad I knew. Either drunk in bed, or in physical fights with my mother. I suffer from depression, but will NOT take my dad's route. That will only make you feel as if the next drink will be the one that will make you better, etc. It never cured my dad's depression, it only made him think it did. The rest of us suffered looking at it.
The snow cone idea sounds like a much better one..