BLAST FROM THE PAST

Today I had a real blast from the past.  My sister and I were at the park with the kids.  It was a very hot day.  Not as fire hot, can’t breath when you walk out side as it has been, but still hot.  Sitting in the shade with a little breeze wasn’t so bad, but the kids were getting thirsty. 

My sister suggested snow cones. “Makayla loves snow cones.”

“My kids have never had a snow cone.”  Sad but true.  They’ve had slushes from Sonic, but no snow cones.

My sister was shocked.  “Well it’s about time they do.”

The kids want to ride with Makayla and Aunt Kathy.  Fine by me.  I like a quite ride with my husband.  We take off for The Hut.

I order a medium White Coconut snow cone.  It’s been years since I’ve had a snow cone and even longer since I’ve had a white coconut one.  When Makayla brings it to me, it looks like a harmless cup of fine ice shavings melting down into clear water.  However, when I scoop up that first bite and put it into my mouth, I feel a strong physical jolt and there is a bright flash of light as I’m instantly transported back in time to when I was a young kid working at the snow cone stand.

I remember it all.  How to make the syrup (I won’t tell you that they put a 5lb bag of sugar in every gallon of flavoring.), how to run the ice shaving machine (when you do it, make sure the blades have stopped turning BEFORE you try to remove the remnants of the block of ice), and how to get the nice rounded top to the snow cone.  I remember it all.  WOW.  I even have the urge to read a Nancy Drew book, or go roller skating or call my friend Linda.  It’s amazing what the power of one little scoop of white coconut snow cone can do.  Don’t tell me time travel is not possible.  I’ve done it.  And it was a blast!

What’s your blast from the past?

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