After selling bookmarks for a two dollars each to my grandparents, and writing book reviews for Amazon I decided I needed to expand my enterprise somewhat.
So ten year old me set to work researching. My research involved sitting, cross-legged, in my room with my arms folded stubbornly waiting for my billion dollar idea.
My billion dollar idea came in the form of a cookie. Actually, hundreds of cookies. Or more, the idea of hundreds of cookies.
I had mastered a very basic recipe for cookies that involved copious amounts of condensed milk and lots of raw sugar.
My family would eat an entire batch of these cookies in a few hours if given the chance. So I thought, why not charge them? And why stop there, why not charge other people for my cookies as well.
I pitched this idea to my parents, a negotiation took place and a deal was arranged where my parents were happy to fully fund the escapade, in return for free cookies. With this financial backing, I set to work.
I decided to go big and not just double the batch, but multiple my normal recipe by eight.
This involved a lot of complicated multiplications of quarters and thirds which I remember as being the most fun maths I’ve ever done.
Then, we budgeted. Taking the new amounts of flour, eggs, baking powder etc... I would need and calculate how much it would cost me.
That amount was something like $30.With the budget, we headed to the supermarket. I successfully navigated sales and bargains until I could return home victorious.
I then took over the kitchen and employed my sister for five dollars as a kitchen assistant. The delegation was a big part of my enterprise,
Once we had baked enough cookies to take up all the surfaces in the kitchen we wrapped them up in bundles of five, with fancy wrapping paper and everything. The wrapping paper was a donation from my mother in return for some more free cookies.
I then dressed my six-year-old sister up in her cutest dress, we both did our hair up in pigtails and marched on my neighbourhood with our three dollar cookie bundles.
I would send her to the door and she would explain in six-year-old English that we were selling cookies. The poor neighbourhood victim would then ‘aww’ and that was my cue to step in with the price and negotiate a deal.
I returned home in triumph, selling all the cookies before we had even finished the block, basking in the glory of a successful entrepreneurial escapade.
I made over fifty dollars. Of that money that wasn’t my parents or family paying me. It was real money from customers who were strangers to me.
Just a week ago my little sister, now thirteen, embarked on her own cookie selling escapade with similar success rates. She took my eight-year-old brother as The Cute Factor and I have no doubt he will one day also take to the streets with cookie bundles.
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