Donors need to know funds are used properly
When I was eight, I turned our garden shed into a cafe to raise money for the foreign missions. First up, I emptied the shed of spades, rakes and detritus.
Next, I begged a bottle of orange squash and a packet of biscuits from my mother, who also provided some paper plates and plastic cups. Then I negotiated an advance on my pocket money from my father and spent it all on packets of crisps, which I'd open and sell in smaller quantities to maximise profits.
Finally, I made a cardboard sign for my cafe, while my brothers were out spreading the word that I was open for business.