Growing up on Down River Road, my neighborhood girlfriends and I loved to set up a lemonade stand in the middle of the summer. I can remember charging a quarter a cup. One of us would sit at the card table with a very tiny sign, a few plastic cups and a pitcher of lemonade while the other three of us would jump around, doing cartwheels and yelling
“ Lemonade for Sale” at all the cars passing by.
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