Oh How Things Change..

As a child I used to love the sound of the local ice cream truck. As soon as you heard the cheerful tune, you begged your mom for 50 cents (or stole it from her wallet if she wasn't around) and ran outside. Now I'm older and the incessant 15 note melody incites a completely different reaction. I have thoughts of widening hips, lactose intolerance and jingle induced migranes. Oh how things change.