Pistachio Ice Cream

It was a reflex. I bought pistachio ice cream yesterday at a local grocer. More than ice cream, I was buying one of my childhood pleasures. I am not sure pistachio is still my favorite flavor. I remember pharmacies that sold double scoops for 10 cents. I remember sunny walks home from Fremont Junior High School. I remember rarely having 10 cents. I remember pomegranate trees spilling over fences with abundance for my friends and me.  

I remember potato bugs. And stink bugs. I remember avoiding the streets where the scary dogs lived. I remember the ability to leap over other fences and run and never be tired. 

I paid much more for yesterday’s pistachio ice cream than I did at age 12, but I purchased a nice piece of childhood.