Nostalgia: The Drop of an Ice Cream

Picture the scene: You're 6 years old. You're on holiday with your family, and you decide to go down the coast. It's a lovely day - the sun is shining and there's only a light breeze to be felt. You've just had a really fun afternoon on the beach and in the sea, so you head off to get ice creams. Ice cream needs no explanation. It wins. This is back in the day when a '99' actually cost 99p by the way. So anyway, everyone happily om nom noms their way through their ice creams and lollies of varying sizes and varieties. Let's stop right here. For a six year old kid, it's been a pretty fucking good day. What could possibly go wrong? One thing. And it's (possibly) worse than death itself. It certainly felt that way at the time. Your whole world is about to plunge into darkness. A couple of hours of tears, anger, frustration and unmitigated sadness beckon. Yep, that's right, you're about to drop your ice cream. The happiness window will slam shut, and fresh air will be replaced by...errr...rage air? This analogy needs a lot more work. But really, there's not much more immensely frustrating in life than dropping an ice cream. It's just (cliche alert) not fair. You just wish you could go back and get another one, but you know that won't be able to because it was a treat. You then have to sit there, drowning in your tears, (admittedly better than drowning in the sea) while EVERYONE else around you is enjoying licking away at their cold creamy delights, with a delicious crunchy cone...good old childhood :)