When I was a child, 2 things made Children’s day extra special for me. One of them was ice cream while the other was the Match Pass in the public field.
Children’s day was the only day in the whole year that I could have an ice cream. I still remember how it felt, in short; I can practically taste the sweet melting feeling of the ice cream in my mouth as I type. It used to be in a blue and white paper wrap with a stick stuck in it that we held while we happily licked on the ice cream. Christ, it was glorious.