"bRing-a-ling, bRing-a-ling, bRing-a-ling, bRing-a-ling..."
At my void deck the ice-cream man was ringing his bell like mad.
Its a lovely and wonderful melody for all icecream lovers, a music to my ears indeed.
Today, I didn't have the urge to rush down and get myself a scope or two of that delicious home-made ice-cream. But the ringing of the bells somehow transported me back to my sweet childhood days.
As a kid nothing meant more than a cone in hand. Its the bell that can almost make one forget everything. I live in a generation when I was a kid, the ice-cream man's bell ,the durians that come in a lorry and the kachang puteh(peanut) man shouting at the corridors. Wow talk about service, durian to your door steps and peanuts for 10 cents.
The mobile durian pte limited somehow disappeared over the years, the shouts of the kachang puteh man echos in the deepest of my memories and now only the Ice-cream man still stays(sigh, the appeal is not as the good ole days). Eventually he may also be a thing of the past, lament.
Remember this little incident, dad and mum fetching me home from granddad's place. Sitting in the van, the roads was more bumppy than now. Being lulled to sleep by the rocking and length of the journey. My parents in order to keep me awake tell me that the ice-cream man is infront. Ha ha... From this little senerio, guess how much influence that man had on me...
At my void deck the ice-cream man was ringing his bell like mad.
Its a lovely and wonderful melody for all icecream lovers, a music to my ears indeed.
Today, I didn't have the urge to rush down and get myself a scope or two of that delicious home-made ice-cream. But the ringing of the bells somehow transported me back to my sweet childhood days.
As a kid nothing meant more than a cone in hand. Its the bell that can almost make one forget everything. I live in a generation when I was a kid, the ice-cream man's bell ,the durians that come in a lorry and the kachang puteh(peanut) man shouting at the corridors. Wow talk about service, durian to your door steps and peanuts for 10 cents.
The mobile durian pte limited somehow disappeared over the years, the shouts of the kachang puteh man echos in the deepest of my memories and now only the Ice-cream man still stays(sigh, the appeal is not as the good ole days). Eventually he may also be a thing of the past, lament.
Remember this little incident, dad and mum fetching me home from granddad's place. Sitting in the van, the roads was more bumppy than now. Being lulled to sleep by the rocking and length of the journey. My parents in order to keep me awake tell me that the ice-cream man is infront. Ha ha... From this little senerio, guess how much influence that man had on me...
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