I always liked going to this little market where Dad used to buy lunch meat and cheese. I would get close to where they were slicing the cold cuts just to smell the American cheese. It was really strong smelling compared to what it is today.
We would almost always get an ice cream sandwich to eat on the way home. They seemed so big, but I guess it was because I was so small.
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