re: At what age did you start cutting grass?

I was probably 11 when I started. My dad bought a pretty basic push mower and I always asked him for a self propelled one because we had a steep incline in the backyard. Fast forward a few years and I’m visiting home freshman year of college and low and behold, there’s a brand new self propelled push mower in the garage. My dad wouldn’t stop talking about how nice it was to use...

I lived in Mississippi until I was 9 and never cut it there. But would “drive” the riding mower at my grandparents house about 30 minutes away in Alabama. My grandpa was working the pedals and let me steer. Then we moved away and had a massive yard that needed a riding mower. My dad wanted no part of that and we had a yard man take care of it. Didn’t cut grass again until college at a summer job. Bought our current house in 2007, so I started taking care of that. I was 26. Like others have said, I like the solitude for a couple of hours every other weekend in the summer. My oldest boy will be 7 this summer so another couple of years before I let him. I have a push mower, no self propelled action there. He should be able to manage the front yard by then and I can run the edger and weed eater while he cuts. The back is a little hilly but he might be able to manage it then as well.

Also, I have a great video of my wife trying to cut our front yard a few years ago. I was getting my jeans on to mow, and she wanted to wash her van first so I helped her do that. Of course we have a habit of drinking beer when we’re working on something. It’s a pretty good size vehicle and we washed my old Heep while we were out there too. I was probably 3-4 beers deep at that point and I don’t know about her. She wanted to give it a try so she had enough in her to lose her mind. Tank top and jogging shorts on, and instead of washing the cars barefoot like a good redneck from Alabama should do, she had put on these knee high pink rain boots. She’s struggling with our push mower to just get it across the yard a couple of times before she gave up. She didn’t know I was filming her. Then she said she knew why I was so tired when I was done and why I was in decent shape every summer. We had also just bought a new blender. I finished up the front yard and was halfway through the back when she came outside with one of my beer mugs full of something frozen. I was initially upset she was going to sit out there and drink while I was still working but she had used some of my bourbon soaked cherries, some whisky I had, and something else and made a frozen bourbon slush. It was cherry lime flavored and she brought it out to me instead. She has made her own with vodka and skipped the cherries.

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.then I got to weedeat....with an electric weedeater and two miles of extension cords!

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Same, my ole man had a reel on an arm with a couple hundred feet of cable on it, you’d flip it out the shed door and start pulling

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Scruffy’s old man liked doing his own grass.

Scruffy started once he had a house. Bought one of those motorless, rotating-blade, ancient ones because he was cheap.

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At the age when could only reach the middle cross bar on push mower

10 or 11 I think.

Once I was 12 my brother (2 years younger) and I had to mow as part of our chores(one of us do front, other do back). Backyard was bigger and a massive pain to mow

So I always made sure to wake up before my brother to mow the front yard, leaving him to mow the back.

I guess about 8 or so. Started making money about 10. Dad was a real estate agent and would drop me off about 9 in the morning in a new subdivision and I'd cut every yard for a $100. He'd swing back by around 12 to bring me a burger and a gatorade.

frick, these days someone would have called CPS.

Early 80s I was about 5, kid down the road not much older than me cut three of his toes off push mowing. He ran around barefoot in the summer. We all thought he was about as tough as tough could be.