Beginning at the tender age of four, my family and I united over the joy of what many would consider unlikely--yard selling. Every Saturday we would pile into the car at 7:00AM and travel the city, looking for the classic cluttered set-up on the side of the street. My parents handed my brother and I five dollars each, saying that we could get double back if we invested properly. The strange mystery did not reveal itself until we began negotiating at our local flea market to sell the random knick-knacks that had attracted our young eyes.
My brother and I organized our items as neatly as possible onto the foldable white table. We were practically shaking in excitement as we waited for the customers to pour in. As I stood there with my snow
My brother and I organized our items as neatly as possible onto the foldable white table. We were practically shaking in excitement as we waited for the customers to pour in. As I stood there with my snow