Growing up our yard was fairly simple--plants bordering the front, cherry and apple trees in the back. I hated that apple tree because we had to pick up the millions of apples that fell.And for the record we never made pies with them,I don't even remember eating them! I'm convinced my parents left it there as a way to torture,I mean teach us responsibility.
My brother and I took turns mowing the lawn every weekend. If you got the front it was super fast, but the back was ginormous (is that not a word?!) Then there were the times my parents got in that "mood..." you know, where they want to do yard work and WEED and stuff. Outside. In the sun. I hated that, but lucky for me since I would rather deep clean the entire house, including doing laundry, I always struck a deal! Crazy how strong my disdain for the outdoors was...Slurpees after for all!
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