A back in the day memory

I remember walking to the park with my mother. she held my hand with a slighty tight grip. She was walking fast and i remember trying to keep up with her pace with my 4 year old legs. I was glad when we finally made it to the park, then i could take a break. Then when i regained my posture. i ran to the swings. My mother pushed me, but i didn't need her help. I didn't care though it was just nice to be with her. I loved feeling the breeze against my face, as my twists in my hair flew passed my face with the barrettes on the end. I hopped off the swing, when i saw the ice cream man drive by. I remember yelling "Mommy let's get ice cream!" I was so over joyed. She picked me up and we ran to the ice cream truck. The first taste of the coldness against my warm tongue, was the absolute sweetest. . . . .