The other day my dad, Mago the dog, and I went into town for an ice cream. I’ve mentioned it before but our town is so super small. We got our ice creams and ate them out front and the entire time we were there we saw maybe 3 people and 1 car.

When we were little we used to ride our bikes into town to what used to be the candy store across from the gas station and general store (where we got our ice cream from). It was 3 miles into town and back then it felt like a whole day excursion. We were always so tired too because over half way there is a huge hill (huge at the time) and more often than not we’d be walking our bikes up the hill. As soon as we made it to the candy shop we were offered water and did our best to drink calmly and not act like we could hardly wait to start picking out our candy rations. After our candy was picked out and paid for we would eat some and pack the rest away for later and head back home. It always seemed to take longer on the way back since all of the anticipation was gone. Plus we were tired so we’d want to stop and rest a ton of times. Oh but those were good days!