I don't remember how old I was. Probably pretty young because my grandpa Dwight (moms dad) still lived in the house they grew up in.
I can't get to specific, I don't remember it vividly or anything. I just remember it happening.
Anyway, it was summer time, all of us were running around his front yard and in and out of the garage.
He was sitting there talking with my uncles I guess, but they were also making ice cream! In old ice cream maker not one of those new fangled ones you can pick up at Target today. It was big and kind of loud.
I remember the ice cream tasting amazing.
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