Saturday, June 4, 2011
The Lemonade Stand is a beacon of childhood summers. I attempted many myself, but no ever seemed to stop...well hardly anyone ever drove by our house (probably should've moved locations). So I feel a special yearning to support these tiny entrepreneurs, and I vow to buy a cup of lemonade from every stand I see. I purchased a cup of berry lemonade from a corner swarming with kids. The service was impeccable, they brought it right to my window, and the little boy in nothing but a diaper and covered in dirt flashed the cutest smile to go along with his wave good-bye. I drove away having picked up some of their free spirited joy over the simple things like earning 50 cents. I got quite the deal.
Photo from here.