“Every time I hear the ringing of an ice cream truck bell, I remember my very first kiss. I was about five years old and, like any other five-year-old kid, I always chased after the ice cream truck whenever it came to my neighborhood. I chased the truck whether to not I had any money!

On one hot summer day, I finally caught the truck and, naturally, I was one broke little boy without a penny in his pocket!

A cute, brown-haired, five-year-old girl named Dawnie who lived next door came to my rescue. Being so young, she didn’t have any extra nickels to throw around for ice cream bars—so she shared hers with me!

We sat on the sidewalk curb and finished off the ice cream bar in record-breaking time! Then I realized how nice Dawnie was to share her ice cream with me, so with my ice cream-smeared lips, I leaned over and gave her a big kiss on her cheek!”