While I never experienced the ice cream truck driving by my house as a kid (we lived in the country), it is something that happens on a regular basis in our neighborhood during summer months.
Hubs and I were in the backyard working on the pool and the garden when the little guy stuck his head in an opening in the fence and said, "Dudes, the ice cream truck, the ice cream truck!!!"
Needless to say, he stopped it while Dad searched for loose change and I the camera. When all was said and done, our little guy, his buddy from across the street, and his buddy's little sister were all one sorbet bar heavier.
I love the summer!