All my life, I was afraid
Of that cold, sweet object
Freezing my teeth with a mere touch
Damaging them
It came with a variety of forms
From small spheres to large cubes
Packaged inside tiny cups and giant tubs
I couldn't imagine why people would enjoy sinking their teeth into one
And lick their lips in satisfaction

Someone shoved me out of the door
I wanted to shout at that person
But all words were stuck in my throat as I look what was in front of me
A giant mascot on top of a white truck
Its head was swirly, like a spiral staircase
The tip was sharp
Its body brown in color
Holding its big head into place
Its eyes, staring into my soul
Its mouth, elated to see me
Its form, which was my biggest fear

...Ice cream
I screamed