Cookies and Cream
Did you ever wonder why young children do not really understand the concept of beauty? The answer is very simple really. You see, in comparison, the aborigines of Australia don’t understand it when people ask them about their religion, because to them, everything is religion. To the child, everything is beauty. That is why I used to love car rides.
Every Wednesday, after I got home from school, and after I did my home work, my mom and I would drive out of our comfortable suburban neighborhood, down Hutchinson road, and into the Corner plaza to get some ice cream. Why every Wednesday? The answer is simple, you see Wednesdays are in the middle of the school week. The day when all of the stress from Monday and Tuesday weigh down on your shoulders like a third grade bully at recess, and the thought of the two more days until the weekend leaves you disheartened and tired. That is where ice cream comes in.
Car rides are always a sensory explosion of beauty. The trees have chocolate bark and peppermint leaves. There are giant rainbow colored swirl lollipops coming out of the bushes. Every one is smiling and happy. There is this huge world out there and I get to discover all of the beauty that it has to offer. The beginning of my voyage is ice cream. Frozen sugar coated love, a million trillion flavors of happiness to offer, but one stands out above the rest. Placed on a solid gold pedestal embedded with diamonds, rubies, and gobstoppers I approach it, yes, yes, cookies and cream.
