I can remember having lemonade stands when I was little. Every time my mother had a garage sale, which happened regularly since she had three kids constantly outgrowing their clothes, I would set up a table at the end of the drive way. Normally, I would bake cookies or brownies to go with my Country Time lemonade mix. I’d sit out there all day in the heat. Then I’d use my hard-earned money to visit the other garage sales around the block and buy random things I didn’t need from older kids who no longer wanted board games or G-Rated movies.
They were pretty awesome, those lemonade stands.
You know what I don’t remember talking about with anyone? My investors… or what my business venture meant to my political alliances… or how my seven-year-old know-how was affected by recent legislation passed in the state government. More »