indeed
they built it.
they used their hands
and their
excitement and built it...
well almost.
they really built it
but they had help...
well
they did.
their cool lemonade stand
was a gift.
they unwrapped it and
they had helped to build it.
the lemonade...
well mom most
likely bought the ingredients
likely bought the ingredients
and they helped
mix the ingredients.
they set up their afternoon
business at the end of their drive way.
their dad wagged out the ice chest
filled with their yellow liquid gold!
i drove by just in time
to see the last pieces of their
business come together.
i turned around because i
remember when my friend
susan and i
built a similar business
with the help of her mother
my second mother....
ann.
i remember the first customer
that rush of success
that feeling of
wow
someone actually noticed our work
and stopped.
i saw the same
expression on the faces of the
two young boys who filled
a cup up with
their delicious
fresh
south jersey
lemonade.
i drove away
feeling good.
i was no longer thirsty
i had helped make the dreams
of two young boys come true
and i was filled with
precious memories
from my own
story.
i'm a sucker
for a lemonade stand!
come to think of it
this is the fourth
lemonade stand
in the fourth
city i lived in
that i have enjoyed
in the past few years.
i hope they
build it
again.
who knows
maybe they will
behind a podium
one day in the future
speaking a
speech
about the day
they built it
with the help of
the ones who love them
and of course me...
their first customer!
i'll be there in my
early eighties
helping to tell their
story...
well...
it could happen.
come to think of it
this is the fourth
lemonade stand
in the fourth
city i lived in
that i have enjoyed
in the past few years.
i hope they
build it
again.
who knows
maybe they will
behind a podium
one day in the future
speaking a
speech
about the day
they built it
with the help of
the ones who love them
and of course me...
their first customer!
i'll be there in my
early eighties
helping to tell their
story...
well...
it could happen.
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