I thought of it while watching my three-year-old eat the cherries first. That's the first time she's done that.
My favourite ice cream memory is from the year we lived in St. Catharines. My dad would take us out to Avondale Dairy on Lakeshore Rd., halfway to Niagara on the Lake, and we'd eat our cones under the shade of two huge willow trees that screened us from the rest of the world.
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Date: 2006-07-31 11:58 am (UTC)My favourite ice cream memory is from the year we lived in St. Catharines. My dad would take us out to Avondale Dairy on Lakeshore Rd., halfway to Niagara on the Lake, and we'd eat our cones under the shade of two huge willow trees that screened us from the rest of the world.