Sweet Nostalgia

Would somebody please be kind enough to take me back to when Joy was a huge ice-cream cone in my small hand? When I thought God sent the ice-cream truck from the heavens to the land. When hatred was a soft push with a simple, "Hey, I was standing here first!" When day-dream was a nap on the sun-kissed floor, with a huge post-meal belly. When pain was a brain-freeze or a toothache. When I believed that if I ever had a stable income like Daddy, I'd spend it on candy. When coloured sprinkles were magical and each grid in that cone had a Different Story, depending on which one my finger was placed on each time. When Vanilla hated Chocolate and choosing Strawberry was a common ground. When regret was not getting to the drops of melted ice-cream before they reached their demise and had a Great Fall. When the definition of a tease was: "I've got two flavours on my cone, what have you achieved in your life?" When a long day was having to spend three long hours in the sun, licking sweet ecstasy until my tongue became numb.