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My mom used to tell me that the ice cream man wold kidnap me if i went neer him, I didnt believ her so she got one of her rich friends to rent the actual icecream mans truck and get him to fake kidnap me.
I didn't go near him for 5 years 'till my friend told me it was a hoax.
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...
I used to belive my Dad when he told me that if the ice-cream van was playing a tune, it meant that it was empty. When I asked about why people were queueing up, he would reply "well, they're going to be very disappointed". I didn't get an ice-cream for years.
My parents used to tell me that the particular ice-cream man that serviced our neighborhood spit in all his ice-cream.
When I was in third grade, I started walking to school on my own. Each day after school, several ice cream carts would be out, selling ice cream to kids who were going home. To protect me, my mother told me not to buy from those carts, because "Mexicans put drugs in the ice cream, and it's not safe." (She did let me buy from the vans though.) I was so worried after that, I'd hastily walk by each cart pusher to get home.
Sadly, this misinformation (along with a few others) led to a fear of Mexicans that I still struggle with in my adult years, knowing much better than I did then.
When I was little my mom told me that the ice cream truck was a music truck and it played nice music for people
i always used to believe as a kid that ice creams are made out of animals saliva for their viscous nature and for that particular reason i was bit wary of having icecreams in my early age of infantine until my uncle once took me to an ice cream factory and showed me the whole procedure of manufacturing it .
When i was little my older brother told me that the ice cream man was bad and if i went up to him and asked for ice cream that he would kidnap me and take me away. i was scared for years
My mother told me that the ice cream man didn't wash his hands and that's why we didn't buy ice cream from him. She was horrified when I saw him in the local supermarket and pulled me to the next aisle before I could run and tell him. I had a habit of repeating things.
I was only 4...
Up until I was about 10 years old, I used to believe that if you got icecream from the icecream man after 8:00PM, then he would turn into the boogie man and that he would catch people and put them in his van so he could make me into ice cream. So every time I would hear the ice cream man music, I would start screaming and had to warn everybody in the house that the boogie man was going to get them if they didn't keep the doors locked.
Well when I was little we had an icecream woman. Then one year she stopped coming around with the ice cream and brought vegetables instead. My babysitter said it was because people like vegetables better than ice cream
I used to believe that the ice cream man solely played music. When i was growing up, my mom never wanted to buy me ice cream, so she just told me it was the "music man". whenever we heard the music from the ice cream truck, we would all get quiet and tell the other "Listen, its the music man!". It was a tragedy in 6th grade when i found out there was ice cream in that truck.
I use to Beleive that The song the ice cream trcuk played was the sky singing
Sometimes during the summer in my sort-of poor neighborhood, this certain ice cream truck would make the rounds as late as 9 PM, when it was already dark and no kids were outside. We didn't actually believe it, but my sister and I had this theory that that ice cream truck was actually peddling drugs. We thought there was probably some sort of code, like 'Screwball pop' was, after 9 PM, the code word for 'cocaine'.
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!!!
I used to believe that the "music truck" came to our neighborhood to play tinny little tunes over its loudspeaker. This isn't my fault, it's what my parents told me. I was pretty upset and amused when I later found out that while all the other kids were getting ice cream, I was just getting music.
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
Until my son was about six, I had him believing the ice cream truck was "the music truck" that a nice old man drove around to make everyone feel happy.
When he got in first grade and saw kids buying ice cream after school, I told him that was a new thing they had just started doing!
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.
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!