My daughter actually approached me carrying the box containing the Snoopy Snow Cone machine. She asked if we could make snow cones and since I have been feeling guilty about working to much lately and not spending enough quality time with my kids, I agreed to make snow cones with them.
In fact, we may have done a lot of incredible things in a very young age. But these were really sacred and inviolable in our young minds. I remembered that I would become particularly short-tempered when summer comes. My parent was usually at their wit’s end to bring an end to it. Later they found this snoopy snow cone machine by chance. Surprisingly it worked like magic and I became really happy when I saw it. As a result, it slowly becomes the warmest part in my childhood memories in its cool way. Until now I vaguely remember that sweet, cold flavor because it is so unique in my memory. In those hot days, occasionally the melting ice would drip to the stone bench I was sitting on. And the tasting smell tended to attract the gathering of tons of ants. Now few decades have past and I just can’t forget the scene. When friends asked why I loved snow cones so much, I always smiled and said to them this was simply because the snow cones had the taste of my childhood.
The box was easy enough to open. Inside the box there were instructions telling you to assemble the Snoopy Snow cone machine. There was also a package of Flavor Aid (like Kool Aid). There were also stickers of Peanuts characters such as Lucy and Charlie Brown. There is also a little plastic shovel type thing that is meant to scoop the crushed ice into the snow cone cups. There are about 5 of those provided as well. Of course there is also the Snow cone machine itself, a cranking handle, ice shaver, locking mechanism, Snoopy Squirt bottle/ice pusher with lid.
Time flies really fast, and I have grown up from a kid who used to love snow cones so much. Much to my surprise, the other day once again I came across the Original Snoopy Sno Cone machine, which was once my beloved toy and the major token in my childhood memories. Who knows after a lot of things have changed it is still there unchangeably. I have to admit I had a happy childhood memory, partly because of this amazing maker.