Two separate police cars screeched up to the house. The officers jumped out and approached me: "Sorry, ma'am! We're going to have to shut you down." And here I thought I'd done everything right....
I lugged all the boxes and bags of clothes, toys, and home stuffs I'd been stockpiling for the last year down from the attic, into the living room. I sorted through piles of old memories and forgotten treasures.
I washed. I organized. I separated. I hung. I folded.
I listed on line. I bought bright orange tag board, made signs, and posted them. I gathered change.
I carried everything outside. I lined it all up.
I considered. I priced. I tagged.
I met fun adventurous people. I sold some things. I gave chocolate away. I picked up what the wind blew over. I was doing my duty as a member of my community: I was holding my first tag sale!
But when the two policemen walked up to me and said, "We're going to have to shut you down." I realized I didn't follow the rules: I didn't use their signs. I didn't have a permit.
And yes, I feel like a lawbreaker. Not because I didn't follow the rules. Because I stole a moment in time that I'll never forget. My very first tag sale... complete with a book, a snuggle, and a growing boy on my lap.