That the icecream man that lives only a street away doesn't like our street, despite the fact that we're FULL of kids.
My sister and I were in the back yard and freaked out when we heard the song he plays from the truck.. So we ran inside, vaulted the baby gate, didn't bother with shoes, and ran out screaming something about the ice cream man. Then we stalked him, to no avail, because he kept turning the song off and moving.. And he never came down our street, so we found some other kids that were looking for him and became their friends. And now my feet hurt from our screwed up roads and I have no icecream. D: