Fake Ice Cream

One time, when I was young, I sat by my father in the car and we we’re both looking for my grandmother, his mother, who had a disease and forgot the way to her apartment. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but for me it was the first time looking, and my father told me to keep looking right and he was looking left, and we were driving on Main Street for hours until I recognized her.
One time, when I was young, my mom insisted that I would go to piano lessons after school, and I went, but I hated it so much.
One time, when I was young, I went to our town’s Rabbi to study my bible quotes for my Bar Mitzvah, and the Rabbi was old and all important with his white beard and big hat, and I was a bit afraid of him. I studied all my lines by heart and he was proud of me. I had to sing these quotes in the synagogue in front the crowd, and I sang, and my mother and father were very proud and said I was wonderful. And I just felt embarrassed up there on the synagogue’s podium, singing words I didn’t understand.
One time, when I was young, I really believed in god.
One time, when I was young, I saw my grandmother on the street and she didn’t recognize me. She was speaking to me in a foreign language I couldn’t understand, and my dad just dragged her into the car. I had never seen my dad so sad until this day.
One time, when I was young, my mom bought me ice cream after piano lessons, and the only reason I kept going was the ice cream. After a while I lied and didn’t go to the lessons, but went for ice cream afterwards. The ice cream didn’t have the same taste. It was fake ice cream, and I knew I have to tell her the truth for the taste to come back. But I didn’t, and for three months I ate fake ice cream.
One time, when I was young, my grandmother died. I knew she was old and was dying for a long time and that her death put an end to her sufferings, but I still kept crying like a baby.
One time, when I was young but not that young, I fell in love with a woman, and I felt so happy that night when I waved her goodbye and went back to the house. I was intoxicated with love and thought she would be there forever. After three years we broke up, and I became a drunk. In those days, my mom and dad were there for me, comforting, promising a better future.