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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.
My mother told me that ice cream vans were ambulances for little children.
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!
My dad always told me the Ice-cream van was the manure truck and he told me "wow isn't it so nice of them to play music for the kids and bring healthy manure for everyone's gardens?" I didn't know otherwise until I moved to the U.S and a friend of mine told me they sold ice cream.
I thought the music would play faster or slower depending the speed of the ice cream truck. That's why the music stopped when the truck stopped.
When I was little, my Mom would not let me get ice cream from the ice cream man, because it would inevitably come around when we were getting ready for dinner. So, to keep me from bugging her, she would tell me that he was really a music man who drove a truck around with people playing a song in the back. When I saw other little kids running up to it and asked her what they were doing, she said that his song had hypnotized them so he could kidnap the one he liked the best, then proceeded to describe his favorite child as one that looked exactly like me. I was so frightened, I didn't get ice cream from the truck unless she took me out there and held me. Still have odd feelings about little children going up to the truck alone, and I'm 22!!!
when i was little i used to always want to buy ice cream from the ice cream man, and sometimes my mom would give me money. but one time, when i asked for money she got fed up and said, "oh, that's the knife sharpening man! he comes around and sharpens peoples' knives to use to kill little kids who ask him for ice cream! please, whatever you do, DONT ASK HIM FOR ICE CREAM!" from then on, i was horrified at the knife sharpening man, aka the ice cream man. :P
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
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.
My mum used to tell me that when the ice cream van came around it played the music to tell children that it was bed time. The van used to go past my house at noon.
My parents used to swear that only they could tell the difference between the 'musical bus' and an actual ice cream van. We used to run round the house to find them and excitedly ask, "is that the ice cream van?"
"....no, musical bus" they almost invariably replied.
When I was little, my mum convinced me that the ice cream man was a bad man who would steal me away if i went near him. Whenever i heard the truck I'd run and hide under my bed! My uncle was visiting once, and decided to do something nice for me so when he heard the truck coming around he picked me up, screaming and flailing, and took me to the window to buy me a sundae.
My mother never forgave him lol...
Up until I was about 7 or 8 I got the terms "funeral home" and "nursing home" confused for some reason. Nobody found out for quite some time, but unfortunately my Girl Scout troop decided to go Christmas caroling for the elderly that winter. Excitedly I informed everyone in my neighborhood that I was going Christmas carolling at the funeral home!
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.
My mother used to tell us that the ice-cream van man peed in the ice-cream. So we never asked for ice-cream when he came down our street.
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 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.
I used to get 50p for the ice-cream van, and I always wanted to get a 99 (an ice cream with a flake) but I never asked for one because I assumed they were 99p, one day I asked my mum for a pound so I could get one, and she started to shout at the ice-cream man for over charging me! Poor ice-cream man, haha!
Neighbourhood- Ice Cream Vans.
OK, so my parents did tell me that an ice cream van sold ice cream, and they also told me that when they play music you can buy ice cream from them. Unfortunately they also told me that all ice cream from ice cream vans is flavoured with petrol, and is deadly poison.
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