This is a joint post. First portion written by Soo. Pieces of ice crunched in my mouth.  I loved the cold hard pieces melting on my tongue.  The sweet root beer or cherry flavor.  My first time was back in elementary school.  There was some celebration.  I miss those days when any day could be a special day filled with snow cones, cookies or cakes.  Nowadays everyday is “National something day” but nothing really happens.  In the good old days we would stop what we were doing and celebrate with delicious snow cones and cotton candy!  It was magical watching the ice maker spit out little pieces of ice and you…