I was about 6 years old when I had my tonsils removed.
Mom picked me up from the hospital and the first place she took me was an ice cream shop. She said I could have anything in the store and I could eat as much ice cream as I wanted.
I had so many conflicting feelings at that moment and it was hard for my little brain to contemplate them all.
A part of me was elated. This was like a dream come true. However, a part of me was dejected. My throat was so sore, I didn’t feel like eating anything.
I finally decided to get an ice cream sandwich, which I ate with great difficulty and little sadness.
This is one of those childhood memories that will forever be burned into my mind.