Good Old Days Magazine

Rick’s Lemonade Stand

A beam of summer sunshine crept across the room until it landed on my face. Maybe it was that ray of light; maybe it was the sound of heavy equipment pouring in through the open window. I’m really not sure, but I sat up on full alert. “Drat. They’ve already started.” I could hear the massive earthmovers from a nearby highway construction project already muscling their way through land just a quarter of a mile behind our house. “I’ll miss half the fun.”

It was going to be another

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