The Cub Scout’s Change Challenge: A Lesson in Dyscalculia

Cub scout standing at someone's front door

When I was in grade school, I was in Cub Scouts. I remember an embarrassing moment when I was going house-to-house selling candy for a fundraiser.

It was my first sale, and when the guy gave me more than needed, I froze, realizing I didn’t know how to make change.

My mind went blank. So, I gave him a random amount back and hurried home with my tail between my legs.

I told my mom what happened, and she checked my money envelope, only to discover I’d given too much back in change. She actually went back to the house to straighten it out, angry that they would take advantage of a child.

I retired from the fundraiser on the spot. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I learned about dyscalculia, and it all made sense.

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