Stories of me when I was a child are legendary. No question, I was a hand full. My favorite treat has always been vanilla soft serve ice cream. When I was younger we lived in Peekskill. My mother's friend Barbara had taken me for the day. I remember riding around in her VW bug and feeling extremely car sick (a condition I suffer from as an adult). In a GRETCHEN sort of way I told her that when I got car sick my mother took me to Carvel because ice cream helped my stomach. Needless to say, I got my treat that day. Recently, while on a trip with friends I NEEDED a treat but the line was too long for my impatience. Sorry ladies for the whining! Today I was running errands and thinking of my Gram and Auntie who can never turn down a good creamy! I almost snuck for one all alone but just couldn't. But we will be going this weekend.