Old Friend From Far Away "Ice Cream"

Every time I think about Ice Cream, I smile. I know that its creamy sweetness will both satisfy and surprise me. Pecan praline, strawberry shortcake, butter pecan, mango flavor, and fried ice cream are absolute favorites. I always remember what flavors I have tried and what flavors that I need to try.
There is one moment that I remember though, I cannot recall the flavor of the ice cream I was eating. I am dressed in an all white uniform, the pleated skirt crinkles as I cross my legs. I am swinging my legs effortlessly and looking at my friends. To my right is Naomi Martinez, slightly taller than me she has a soft voice and long legs. To my left is Andy Gilharry, shorter than both Naomi and myself, is always cracking jokes and it is hard not to laugh when he is around. We are all wearing our white uniforms, sitting on stools in a ice cream shop, and laughing. We all have different flavors of ice cream. But as I look back now, I can't remember the flavor of my ice cream.
Maybe I can't remember because at that time I was leaving Belize and I knew this moment was special. Maybe I can't remember because Andy was imitating our teachers and I laughed so hard, until my stomach hurt. Maybe I can't remember because the ice cream was just a way for me to hold on to that memory with out crying. Maybe I wanted to cry at the time, but ate ice cream instead. Maybe my friends knew that I was leaving and wanted me to be happy before I left. Maybe I had vanilla ice cream or strawberry, but I know one thing for sure it definitely wasn't chocolate. Because chocolate ice cream is too bitter for me and I didn't want to taste something that reflected what was happening in my life...