When I was growing up, there was a little ice cream stand probably about a 15-20 minute walk away. One or two times a summer we’d walk there with my parents. It was one of those super-special times you remember. My BFF has a Honey Hut a couple blocks away and has probably been taking her kids there the last 15 years (last summer the kids and I got to share in her tradition). We have a Rita’s about a mile away and tonight my husband and I walked with our son and youngest daughter there. My son rode his scooter and had races with my husband, who ran, while my daughter held my hand and talked about this and that. Like how she was going to figure out a way to keep me from dying by making sure I don’t drink too much coffee and Coke. Anyhow, I know so many other people who are able to do this too, whether it be Handel’s or Dairy Queen or a mom-and-pop place, and I think it’s wonderful. It’s such a simple, yet special, time.