My friend Megan moved after the third grade, so she only came to visit during the summer. Well, one summer after my family had taken a trip to the ocean, and come home with a surplus of seashells, Megan and I had an idea.
We lived on the intersection of a very busy highway and a not-so-busy side road, with our home facing the side road...which is where the fun takes place.
Being entrepreneurs, we decided to make our own little store front and perch it next to the mailbox. It consisted of a giant cardboard box with a handwritten sign (in pencil, mind you) on the front: "Seashells for Sale". As the cars rolled by we would dance around and yell, trying desperately to lure customers to what was to be a potentially unbelievable sale. Of seashells. We were going to be rich!
After several hours of marketing ploys, the only thing we managed to do was get tired and dirty, and not get hit by a car. Not a single shell sold. We went home (34 feet) discouraged, but not defeated.
There was always next summer.
Laura 
Amber
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