Ice cream truck

Today I heard that old familiar music that reminds so many people of childhood. Yes, it was the ice cream truck, going down Sunset Drive. I looked out my window and saw a man with his three young sons, who were obviously very excited about the prospect of some cold, sugary goodness. (The family was staying in a rental house across the street from mine, and I had actually enjoyed watching the boys play all week.)

Anyway, what I saw next was really what made this blog-worthy. The Dad raised his arm, like you would to hail a taxi, to let the ice cream truck driver know that he and his boys wanted some ice cream. At first I thought the truck was headed their direction (I hadn't actually seen it as it came by, just heard the tune), so Dad was waving for them to stop. But then I realized that the truck was going away from them (had already passed them), so he was waving for the driver to stop so he and the boys could run down the street to catch it.

Turned out, though, that running wasn't necessary. The ice cream trucked backed up to come back to them! I loved the simple, sweet kindness of that gesture, and the fact that on Ocracoke, where there isn't too much traffic, backing up an ice cream truck is a doable thing.

Now I want some ice cream...