You'll always remember the familiar music that precedes the arrival of the neighborhood ice cream vendor. To children of all ages, the music is like a magical flute, calling all kids to the street side, including the neighborhood cuties...all waiting for their favorite brand of ice cream. During the days of old, "Ice Cream" was a household word. Read all about the secret life of a lucky ice cream vendor as he enjoys the perks of his job.
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Written by: Spin
The 21st century has exploded with the latest and greatest high tech gadgets-and it seems that everyone feels the need for their share of these new toys.
I remember when a cell phone was once the symbol of the upper middle class. Guess what? Today, you'll find over two-thirds of the American population, including preteen children with their own cell phones.
Written by: Spin
"Hi sweetie. Where ya goin, all dressed up?" Sandy's neighbor asked as she skipped happily past his front yard, wearing a smile from ear to ear while humming a familiar tune.
"Oh hi, Mr. Devry!" she replied as she glanced at her favorite grownup.
"Mr. Devry is a nice man," Sandy thought to herself as she answered his question.
"I'm going to my friend's birthday party on the next block," she replied as she waved with a cheerful lilt in her voice.
Written by: Spin
The winter cold was all but gone. Spring was gradually sneaking into the valley, warming the ground and fueling a rapid growth of my spring wheat. Golden fields of this cash crop covered the farm, promising a lucrative return this year and, as you'll soon discover, a nice surprising bonus.
Written by: Spin
"REACH DOWN IN THOSE POCKETS AND GIVE TO THE LORD AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPNDS ON IT, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" The preacher bellowed at the congregation in a commanding voice.
Nine-year-old Chastity Barnes recoiled in her seat from the cacophony of noisy worshipers as a crescendo of "PRAISE THE LORD!" and "THANK YOU JESUS!" filled the air of the small, country church, known as the "Church of Our Savior."
Written by: Spin
"OK sweetie! Uncle Pete will be here soon so you better get your things ready," ten year old Dawn's mother admonished, in anticipation of having a free weekend for herself without the burden of keeping her overactive daughter entertained and out of trouble.
Written by: Spin
"These Goddamn leaves and fuckin' trees are a full time job around here." Russ Wagner muttered angrily while raking his yard.
Written by: Spin
"Watcha doin?" the unmistakable voice of a very young little girl asked as I stood on my ladder while cutting down some dead branches from one of my apple trees.
"Oh...Hi sweetie," I answered as I looked down at her cute little face while she stood on the ground, swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet as she flashed a bright toothy grin. I recognized her as part of a family that just moved into another farm down the road.
Written by: Dudester
"Shhh, be quiet" I whispered as I peeked in the back door to the barracks. I looked at the duty NCO desk, it was vacant. North had done his job. I called him ten minutes earlier and asked him to distract the duty NCO so I could sneak Tammy into the barracks, and my room. Without a single question, he agreed. The plan was working. "Let's go" I whispered. Holding Tammy's hand, I led through the back door and quickly through the rec room into the main hallway.
Written by: Boybottomzup
A story of a man and his unique way of getting into a shy 10 yo boys pants.