An article from the Washington Post: Out of the Woods.

I remember making dinosaur tracks in the front yard one day. An ice cream man (actually, he really sold paletas) drove up and asked, “Hey, do you want this [watermelon paleta]. I responded yes and he said, “Here, tell your parents to pay me $1.”

I did.

My parents were shocked at his boldness but do you know what? It was delicious! I still think about it sometimes, two decades later.