There is nothing like having a soft-serve ice cream cone from an ice cream truck. Something about it. It takes me back to those days when I would be playing outside with my brother and the neighbours. We would be so concentrated on our street hockey game. Nothing could distract us. Except for one thing-- the jingle of the ice cream truck. Most days, I usually didn't end up getting ice cream. What usually happened is I would throw a tantrum and get mad at my mom for not giving me money to buy one. But still. Something about hearing the jingle, seeing the truck, and watching people enjoy their ice cream.
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AuthorWelcome to my blog! I am Sandra Pozzobon, a passionate educator who believes in living my best life and sharing that with others. My posts are a collection of moments of gratitude that I experience throughout my days. Some may be professionally related and others may relate to me more personally. Life is an adventure. A journey, not a destination. Taking it, and rocking it, one day at a time! Archives
March 2013
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