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 When I was about 5 years old, the ice cream truck had come to my apartment complex. I didn't have any money with me so I told the guy to wait while I biked to my apartment on the other side of the complex. 

In my excitement I fell off the bike and skinned my knee. I made it home but my mom wouldn't let me go back to the ice cream truck. I was so worried that he would be waiting there for a long time wondering what happened to me.

That might be why I insisted that we not tell my daughter what the ice cream truck is until we absolutely had to.

Fortunately, this mishap looks a lot less serious!