As a pre-teen and teen, my sister Marie, helped man the Village Outlet for my parents. As in any family, you pitch in where needed. On many occasions I joined her, but at the young age of three, I was most likely of no help, more of a maintenance issue added to her daily responsibilities at the Outlet. This probably led to her moments of escape through daydreaming. In her only place of respite from being one of the older siblings in this (so far) family of four, was where the dream came alive to open an ice cream shop...some day.