It's 5:30 and I haven't made dinner yet... so why on earth am I posting?

I just had to write a quick memory since I was thinking about it. I have been enjoying reading childhood memories from some of your blogs, so I thought I would give it a try. I think I was about 10 when my Dad thought he would teach me a lesson about making and managing money. He was always trying to teach me how to save my money, so I wouldn't go and spend it on gum, fingernail polish and stickers at Skaggs Drug Store, but it never worked. Anyway, he took me to Price Club... remember before it was Costco?... and bought a big box of candy bars. If I remember right they were Butterfingers. He told me that he would buy the box for me and then I could sell the candy bars for 25 cents each and make a profit. He told me that I would have to pay him back for the candy bars he bought, but I could keep the profit. I guess my father hadn't figured out quite yet who he was dealing with. I wasn't one to "sell" the candy, but would feel much better about myself and this whole situation if I could brighten someone's day by "giving" them the candy. When all the candy bars were gone I think I had a total of 25 cents to pay my Dad back with. He never made me pay the rest back to him, but he also never tried to make me sell anything again. And I still blow my money on gum and stickers. Anyway, just a random thought and a funny memory to me.