What can YOU say in six sentences?
I still remember the best day of the whole summer, the year when I was ten years old. It was a real scorcher that July day, and we neighborhood kids were sprawled on the grass in the shade, pretending lava creatures from the Planet Sizzler 5 had paralyzed us with heat rays, hoping in vain for something, anything, cool to free us. Then we heard the ice cream truck coming down the street, its mindless nursery jingle playing endlessly (how did the driver stand it?), but we were too heat exhausted to even get up and go beg uselessly for money to buy some life-saving frozen relief. Then, miracle of miracles, we heard a terrible grinding of gears and a couple of loud, sharp backfires, and the ice cream truck broke down . . . on our street . . . and with the cooler out -- the man in the truck starting giving us ice cream for free, since it was starting to melt already. Soon he was giving us second, third and fourth ice cream bars, sandwiches, cones, push-ups, drumsticks, cups, and we ate it all until we were a sticky, stuffed and satisfied mess. A tow truck finally came and retrieved the ice cream truck, after which most of us got sick for our gluttony, but it was still the best day ever.