Did you eat a 5-cent popsicle when you were a child?

As a post-80s generation, my childhood memories are no longer online games, but bare feet and muddy feet. Suddenly, there was an ethereal cry in the distance: "Popsicles ... five points ..." "Eggs for popsicles!" The trembling voice floated across every corner of the empty village like a spell, and got into the children's ears with crystal ice chips.

A bicycle pushing 28 walked slowly. There is a wooden box behind the car, covered with a thick quilt, and under the quilt is a charming popsicle. At this time, we will run home, jump into the henhouse, pick up the eggs and run out.

"Grandpa, I want to change popsicles." Grandpa smiled and lifted the quilt on the car, conveniently took out the popsicle and stuffed it into my little hand. I held my popsicle high and skipped away happily, which was also the happiest time of my day.

Although there is only one popsicle in my childhood memory, it is good to eat a cool popsicle in that hot summer. When I was a child, I didn't ask much, but a popsicle was enough. A popsicle can bring back many memories, and it is a very good childhood memory.

Nowadays, the variety of popsicles is much richer than when I was a child, but I always feel that there is something missing in the taste. Perhaps the mellow memory comes not from popsicles, but from the shouts across the creaking carts and country roads: "Popsicles, eggs for popsicles, five points ..."