You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

Photos by: Bethany Struble

Growing up, I've never had my own lemonade stand. When I told bethany this, she was in shock. I've always seen it in movies, but growing up in another country where lemonade stands on the street corner was something bizarre, I've never had one myself. So we got busy, made jugs of lemonade, made signs and took Kylie and Bethany's little sister down to her street corner where we sat in the sun for hours screaming at nearby cars. We eventually retired our finally empty jugs with 20$ in our pockets. We may not have made a lot of money, but the memory will last me a lifetime.