I had two remembering words for the letter I: Ink pens and Ice Cream Man
It was difficult to choose between the two because of my early-on fascination with penmanship and pens of any sort and such an endearing childhood memory as the ice cream man, but the ice cream man won out.
I seem to remember the music blaring was Pop Goes the Weasel. Surely his playlist was more extensive than that? He drove this four wheel cycle affair with a chest freezer on the back. You could hear him coming a long ways off, giving us time to plead for that magical thin dime that would buy an ice cream bar. My ice cream of choice was a Fudge Bar. I can still taste the cold chocolate on my tongue in the heat of the sweltering days of summer. All of the neighborhood kids would come running to the music of the ice cream man. We secretly felt sorry for those that didn't, knowing they were either in trouble, or they didn't have an extra dime or two to spare that week.
I've lived in the country for over 30 years. This prompts me to ask: Does the ice cream man live on? If not, what a shame. Such good memories.