Back in grade school, during the warm months, the ice cream man parked his truck right in n front of school. At 3 pm and five hundred kids could me out, he could hear his cash register going Ka -CHING!!! What a racket.
He sold a lot of Good Humor bars, Creamsicles, snow cones, the works. But I always got an Italian ice. Cherry and watermelon were my favorite. It came with a little wooden spoon. At the bottom, the ice was a concentrated sugary sludge. I was in Paradise.