The firecracker popsicle.
I had about four of those every weekend.
Picture this feeling:
The long-awaited steps as you close the distance to the freezer
The cold white plastic ripping.
The tricolor glory waits on the other side.
I don’t know about you but I just got goosebumps reading those three sentences back.
Nothing better in the world than a firecracker popsicle on a hot summer day.