You Scream, I Scream...

There was no mistaking it. When we heard that distinctive music droning pitifully out of that nearly broken loud speaker we knew what was a nearby. Then it became a desperate race to find mom or dad, make an impassioned plea for some money then charge into the street, frantically searching for the direction of the sound. The ice cream truck was here. Sweet little build Kos.

Ice Cream Van - Want Some?
Ice Cream Van - Interior?