The sound of the ice cream van
Reminds me of my childhood.
I could rhyme of an innocent time
Before I became a man
When all was good.
But a monster got inside my head.
He is long dead.
Yet still I find in my mind
Him lurking somewhere there.
And I feel that childhood pain again.
Sometimes I am free
In my poetry.
K Morris - Poet 
This is very different, Kevin. Flawed childhood memories.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m delighted you appreciate my poem.