When I was a kid, the ice cream truck used to come by and when we heard its music, we ran inside to ask Mom for 75 cents or a dollar to buy a treat. It wasn't often that she gave us money, but when she did, oh boy were we happy!

The apartment complex that I just moved from about a month ago had an ice cream van that would drive around the neighborhood blaring its tinny music. I guess they must've gotten customers or they wouldn't have come by every day.