Where Can I Have My Own Lemonade Stand?

That summer was the hottest I can remember. I felt as though I was being baked in an oven, though my pink princess dress would not have helped me stay cool. I was six and I loved that pink, floor length, long sleeved, princess dress. I ate slept, and played in that dress.

I remember a specific afternoon where my mother and i were sitting on our brown leather couch reading my favorite princess book. In the story the princess had her own lemonade stand.

After my mother finished the story, her eyes droopy, I asked her,”Mom, can i have my own lemonade stand?”

“Sure,” she said, her eyes closed, head rested on the back of the couch.

I immediately shot up, pulling my mom’s hand with me. “Really?” I questioned with excitement.

“Yes,” my mom answered tiredly.
First we made the lemonade. I stood on a stool because i was too short to reach the counter. I wore one of my mom’s many aprons, though it was so big it touched the ground when i stood on the stool. I remember me stirring that lemonade till my arms were so tired i couldn't stir anymore.

Next we worked on the stand. My mother carried out a table to our driveway. SHe wrote in big fancy letters on the sign that read,”Lemonade Stand. 50 cents per cup.” She pulled out a little seat so that i could sit while i sold the lemonade. She then told me she had to go inside and work, so I was left to sit and weight until my first customer came.

I was so ecstatic that i had my own job. I can remember sitting in the blearing heat for what felt like hours, though in reality was only ten minutes but to my six year old mind it felt like eternity. But, when my first customer drove up my stand I was suddenly electrified with