Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Can it be that it was all so simple then.....

The good stuff that summer is made of...
This evening I was struck with the urge to run down the block after Mister Softee for a cool and refreshing treat (luckily he was parked in front of my house because I had on my Nana's red mumu). As I walked outside I laughed because I am way past the age to sing "I scream you scream we all scream for ice cream" but I did as C.J and I went out to get a Firecracker for him and Soda float for me.

I got to thinking about all the wonderful things from my younger years here in B.K... (also reading Jaded post)

  • I remember sitting out on my front stoop eating pickles from the jar at the corner store (My mom always told us not to but we never listened)
  • Sneaking off the block with our bikes, riding to the far corner, looking out and then turning real fast on grafton. Then riding all around the forbidden blocks, only to go back to the far end and pretend we were at the store.
  • Block parties. REAL DEAL block parties when the DJ's or Reggae sets would bring out their equipment and we would all dance in the street. Dance like we were in the club Howard ave.
  • Performing to "Aint no half steppin" at the fair at PS 189 (and then SEO, with the master mix that also included Poison)
  • Seeing Big Daddy Kane on pitkin avenue, knowing that our friend was dating his dancer Scrap lover.
  • The first time a guy dedicated a song to me at a house party "She's out of my life" Michael Jackson.
  • My old friend Kassem serenading while I sat in the front windows (yes this was Brooklyn)
  • My first real kiss (not the crap ones where I didn't really know what I was doing), on my mom's front porch. *Remember it like yesterday*
  • Pretending to be New Edition with my sister and my best friends. (Also that fight with Delana over who would be Ralph Tresvant, I pushed her off the rock)
  • My buddy's first car, an orange pick-up truck that we would cram into to go to K.P to go to the movies.
  • When we walked out of house party 3 and crammed back into the orange pick up.
  • Mets games with my mom and Carol Robinson, always had fried chicken at those games
  • My mom out in the front of the house making fresh ice cream, Yum
I could go on and on with list, the sounds of the Mister Softee truck bring back all kinds of memories. A simpler time, no cares no worries, summer vacation. What sights/sounds/ smells bring you back to your simple time..... I'm listening


PCD (Pretty Circle Drawer) said...

i still love those popsicles...if i ever see them somewhere i have to get one!

Dreamy said...

ohhhhh you had some fun when you were growing up huh???

i used to love when we would go over to our aunts house and she would make us some fresh made homeade peaches and cream ice cream

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwh those were the days

The F$%K it List said...

@pcd I love them too but I was just in the mood for a soda float.

@dreamy Yes Brooklyn has a lot to offer (some bad, some good I chose the latter). My mom would make peaches and cream ice cream too, my sister and I were just laughing about that.Cause little kids want vanilla hahah

Lena said...

Mister Softeee... personally he makes it worth being in this NYC heat for the most part. I try to stay away because I am watching my weight but it's a splurge.

Your post made me think about my summer days...block parties in Brooklyn and getting in trouble for playing in the hydrant without permission, sitting on the stairs of my grandma's house breaking the young boys'hearts, the pool at my aunties...*sighs*. I miss being young at times.