We loved running out with a dime in hot little hands, picking out a creamsicle, then sitting on the curb with the orange sherbet running down our chins. Oh, I can taste it right now! And the lovely crafts we made with the sticks! We learned we couldn't have them every day, and we usually had to do something to earn the dime. Sometimes when our grandparents came they would give us a quarter "for ice cream" so we had our own money. I think we learned a lot, and such pleasure back on those sunny summer days.