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Ice Cream Vans
As a child I was informed by my mother that all ice cream vans only sold cigarettes in the evening,so I was wasting my time asking for one when I heard the tinkling music after tea. I still half believe this to be true.
I was told the ice cream truck was a "music truck" so I wouldn't waste my parents' money on ice cream. I believed this for a REAL long time and my family still uses it on the little ones.
When I was about 6 or 7, I asked the ice cream man where he lived, he joked saying that he lived in his truck to keep the little lollys with faces company. I believed him until one day when I was about 11, I saw him driving in a car other than the ice cream truck. Needless to say, I felt betrayed for a while before I realized he was just trying to be funny
I believed that the ice cream man had a face made out of boogers and that is why he couldn't eat the ice cream so he would give it to little kids to eat in the form of ice cream.
My mum told me that after 6pm Ice-Cream vans only sold alcohol, cigarettes and newspapers - so there was no point asking for lollies when they came around in the evening..... cow
My parents told me that the ice cream truck was a "music truck" that went around playing music for everyone so that I would not want to get ice cream. (I was hyper enough as it is!)
When i was little my mum told me that if an icecream van was playing its music it was going home and NOT selling icecream. I believed this till i was about 14
My Mum and Dad used to tell me that the ice cream man was really "vinnie Green the naughty children collector" and if we saw him coming or heard his ringing bells you had to run away before he caught you and took you away to france to eat frogs legs
My parents referred to ice cream vans as "the music truck", so as not to let on that there was ice cream inside. For years, I had no idea.
I used to believe the music from ice cream vans was made by the driver playing a xylophone. It never occurred to me that driving and xylophony aren't really possible at the same time.
Pre-empting my nephews entry in 20 or so years time:
I was at my brothers house and his three year old son was playing quietly with his toys. We heard the chimes of the ice cream van and William froze, my brother asked him what the chimes meant and he replied 'its the child catcher'!
'That's right,' said my brother, 'best you stay here where its nice and safe.'
- Fantastic!
Because I was such a persistent child, my parents thought it prudent to tell me that the ice cream van was just a man who went around playing pretty music for the neighbourhood. They thought they were so smart until I was staying with a babysitter and I heard the ice cream man coming. I promptly said "My mom and dad thinks he just plays music but I KNOW he sells ice cream." She thought it was so cute she let me buy some ice cream and when my parents came to get me they found out that the jig was up.
I always thought that the ice cream man lived in the ice-cream truck, and he only could eat icecream and he was an eskimo.
I used to believe that the music that ice-cream vans played was made by a witch - I always ran inside when I heard it, and it still sends a shiver down my spine! I blame 2 evil older brothers!
When I was young,during the summer months, some time in the late afternoon, a melody would be heard and my parents would tell me that this was the bed time bell. My sister and I would duly go off to bed without question. It was a few years later when we discovered that it was the ice cream van which used to drive round the cul-de-sac behind the main road we lived on.
When I was young I believed being the ice cream man would be lots of fun and you could eat as much ice cream as you wanted.
I am the ice cream man now and it is fun and I can eat as much ice cream as I want but...I have to pay for it!!!
I grew up pretty poor. My parents, having three young boys at once with a limited income could not afford luxuries. Well, ice cream was a luxury for us in those far gone days. The ice cream man would come along in his pedal cart bells a-ringing, and we would ask Dad to buy us ice cream. Dad told us that the guy with the cart was selling fish. We believed it until another kid that moved next door spilled the beans. Sidenote: Some would think Dad's lie was a bad thing to do to a kid, but I realize now that it was very clever. He didn't have to deny his kids something that he loves himself and we didn't have to go through the pain of the denial. I appreciate that story about him and it shows what a good guy he is.
My mother told me that ice cream vans were ambulances for little children.
When me and my cousins were in between the ages of 4 to 8, my cousins lived in the country and I in the city. When they would come and visit, the ice cream truck would come by and I would ask mom for money and come back with ice cream. My cousins were floored. Their mom told them that it was the church bus coming to round up all the kids and take them to church, so that way she did not have to give them any money. They thought that I was crazy for going out there!! I still tease them about it to this day.
i used to believe that ice cream vans where real a fbi van. the movies told me so. ... . .they are right. right?
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