Until we moved from Canada to the UK my little lass had never heard an ice cream van.
When she heard the first one arrive in our street I told her it was a mobile church and when she heard it she must put her hands together and close her eyes til it had gone.....
Do you know what I'd love.....a black van.....selling Guinness......real, proper Guinness.....about nine at night......outside my door.......bliss.....:-)