I distractedly opened the door with mobile phone in hand, head in a tizzy and there they stood; two cold-callers selling their wares.
'The cheek, I'll soon run them' I thought to myself.
But then I changed my mind, maybe this time I'd hear them out first? After all they were just wee girls, only about 10 years old and I didn't want to be known as 'the mean and nasty woman in number --.'
Actually, I was quite impressed and I asked them some questions about the array of baked goodies they had eagerly laid out before me on two plates, held with plastic-gloved hands. 'Very professional', I told them as I purchased some still-warm-from-the-oven chocolate brownies. Yum.
I'd previously noticed a local family of boys selling home-made lemonade from a stand outside their house, with a hand-made sign pointing the way to their goody-stand. Terribly quaint and so nice to see some old traditions still in existence.
In my opinion though the girls were the winners, they went one step further and hawked their goodies door-to-door, thereby assuring me that the future of Mumpreneurs Inc is in good hands!
It's nice to see children occupying themselves in the summer holidays in such a creative and productive way - outdoors.
It would be even nicer to see some teenage boys similarly occupied. However, they're way too cool to hawk push lawnmowers or buckets and sponges around to cut grass or wash cars and earn their keep. No chance of that happening.... I did ask!
These incidences and a recent comment by a blogging pal got me thinking of my teenage summer holidays and how we occupied oursleves ..... and no, this is not a 'True Confessions of a Jazzy Teen' blog! Not really.... although I do remember keeping a diary ;-)
I do recall myself and my best friend hawking some baby clothes that her mam had made door-to-door, to the posh houses, and making some money. We made enough dosh most times to pop into the local pub - seriously - to buy a packet of crisps and peanuts each that we mixed all up together and munched as we casually strolled home. At night.
We'd hang out in her house mostly, where her cool older brother also lived.
We'd also hang out on the street with the other teenagers . ... and cool older brother and his friends too .There were other boys around also I think, shouldering their ultra-cool Boomboxes. Not that we really noticed or anything...... Ahem!
We'd walk to swimming classes in the local pool, were we all had a crush on the instructor whose nickname escapes me but contained the words 'chicken-legs'.?
There were plenty of girl/boy late evening chats on the road with lots of 'will ye tell yer friend (named) that my friend (named) fancies her?'...... followed by the well known, timeless, dating dance!
It could get quite confusing, as I found out to my absolute embarrassment one day when 'cool brother' suddenly stopped talking to me. Apparently I was two-timing him by 'going out' with someone else, which was news to me. I didn't even know I was his - *teen blush* - 'girfriend'! I guess I missed some of the dating steps that night......
We were only 14 or 15 and 'going out' involved not much more than holding hands and a quick peck! I was very shy, really. Honestly!
We didn't have summer camps then but we did have summer projects, which we joined at first and then helped out at later, taking the younger children out on trips etc., Well, the boys joined too, you see.
I also went to Irish College once - uggh - for three weeks. There were boys there too.
Most of our time was spent outdoors, hanging out.
Which drills home the message- where there are teenage boys there are teenage girls; and vice versa.
Maybe an almost 14 year old screen-playing boy spending a lot of time indoors on his summer holidays is not such a bad idea after all?