The sharp taste of ice cold mint ice-cream
At first firm, but quickly melting in the hot summer sun
I lick the ice-cream before it disappears in a green melted heap
My fingers are sticky so I lick quickly, then there a chunk of cold, tasty chocolate
I savour it against my tongue and let it slowly dissolve
I lick the melting goo and close my eyes and remember
It tastes of happiness and lazy days, of summers that went on for ever
The flavour of space hoppers and Rubik's cubes and camping in the rain
Of running through the sand dunes before running home
Mint choc chip ice-cream may taste of other things
But for me it's happiness in a cone
I've always found my memories are strongly linked to taste, smell and music. Just a few bars of a song, or a particular taste can act like a time machine.
In Chasing Butterflies Hope finds that mint choc chip ice-cream evokes a very painful memory. Fortunately she has people around her who help her through.
