Ice Cream Nostalgia

Sometimes I fantasize about taking the ferry to Coney Island for the day. A day full of Ferris wheel rides, pastel-colored balloons, churros, and ice cream cones to escape the never-ending burden of being an adult.

I have yet to tackle this childlike adventure but often find myself nostalgic for it. Or more so, the blissful feeling of being a kid during summertime. Not a care or worry in the world.

Just carnival rides, sunshine, and ice cream sundaes.