Lemonade stands seem to be a part of just about every kid's childhood. It was no exception for my kids. When my daughter was five, she had her first one. We used a large cooler for the table, covered it with a tablecloth, and set up shop. Traffic was good on our street. Every time a car passed, my daughter would shout at the top of her little five-year-old voice, "Lemonade, lemonade! Come and get your ice-cold lemonade!"
And since people happened to be very nice in that neighborhood, they all stopped. Even the mailman, who was on a walking route, stopped. (We gave him a free one.) After an hour of being out in the hot summer sun, we poured the last cup and closed shop.
"How much money did we make, Mom?" my daughter asked when we came back in the house.
I counted the coins. "Twenty-one dollars and twenty-five cents!"
At twenty-five cents a cup, I'd say that was the best we ever did, and it was an experience neither of us will ever forget!
(Now my son sets up lemonade stands. The sales aren't as good as they were for my daughter almost ten years ago. He has to get resourceful by going around to the neighbor's houses and ringing their doorbells. I guess times have changed!)