By Nevanda Taylor, October 10, 2015
When I was very young and lived in the country, the ice cream truck (the Good Humor truck) would come by. I only had enough money to buy a pint of honey moon (black cherry today). My brother always had money for a ½ gallon of ice cream. I would eat mine and beg him for his ice cream. He always made me beg and beg until he got tired of me begging. Then he’d give in and let me have a spoonful or two. I would eat that and beg for more. My brother would say that I beg too much and give me another spoonful. That made me happy! I loved me some honey moon ice cream and black cherry ice cream!