I occasionally still see ice cream trucks driving around which brings back a nice nostalgia for being a kid.  I remember there also used to be trucks that would sell candy and I don't think I ever see those anymore.  But to a kid they were magical.  As soon as you heard the music playing you had to run out and stop the truck, which was usually brightly colored and was full of even more brightly colored packages of every sort of candy you could imagine.  You had your favorites but there was stuff you just wanted to try.  And if you happened to have friends with you, you could get a lot of different stuff between you.  I remember coming away with some big hauls without even spending all that much money.  Then you'd retreat somewhere with your friends and check out your score and have a candy feast.  There is absolutely nothing about being an adult that compares with that.  The feeling of excitement and an unbound sense of magic in the world a kid can conjure is unlike anything else and it's sad to me that it fades with time.  Part of why I like writing is it's the closest I can come to capturing that feeling.  It's my chance to stimulate my imagination.  It isn't quite the same, but it's the best I've got and I'll take it.