Happiness is orange

Nothing says summer like hearing the tinkly music
of the 'ding-ding' man driving down the street.  
When I was younger, on those hot days
when we were at my grandma and grandpa's house, 
my sister and I would run down the sidewalk to his truck.  
We'd each get an orange push-up, sit on the front steps, 
and happily eat our summer treat.

Now it's my turn to make summer memories with my kids:

They loved hearing me talk about being a little girl, and asked to hear the story twice.


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