My grandfather would always take my brother and I to Baskin Robbins for icecream.I would stand in front of the glass freezers and gaze wide-eyed over all of the flavors. The windows would fog as I moved case to case.
My grandfather would lean over and whisper ,“ Try something new”. I would finally decide on something and would always smile at him and say, “ Look, I’m getting something new!” He would smile back and put a thumb up. We would get our cones and leave the strong smell of sugar in the air conditioned store to sit outside on the benches. It was a race to lick up the drops of icecream as they made their way down the cones. The last bite where the ice cream pools inside the bottom of the cone was my favorite part.
Sometimes I liked the new flavor. Sometimes I didn’t. I always thought I was making my grandfather happy by trying something new but I now realize he was just teaching me that variety is the spice of life.
My grandfather would always take my brother and I to Baskin Robbins for icecream.I would stand in front of the glass freezers and gaze wide-eyed over all of the flavors. The windows would fog as I moved case to case.
My grandfather would lean over and whisper ,“ Try something new”. I would finally decide on something and would always smile at him and say, “ Look, I’m getting something new!” He would smile back and put a thumb up. We would get our cones and leave the strong smell of sugar in the air conditioned store to sit outside on the benches. It was a race to lick up the drops of icecream as they made their way down the cones. The last bite where the ice cream pools inside the bottom of the cone was my favorite part.
Sometimes I liked the new flavor. Sometimes I didn’t. I always thought I was making my grandfather happy by trying something new but I now realize he was just teaching me that variety is the spice of life.
