I remember when I was little and I would watch from inside the safety of our house as my dad would mow our yard. My parents, from the first time I could remember, would buy me the little picture books with trucks, cars and machines. They would then follow that up with buying me plastic push mowers. When I was about three years old I remember watching my dad mow our yard at our old house with his big red mower. He would sometimes pull up to the back porch and then my big sister, Emma, would go running out the back door with her hands over her ears, jump up onto Dad's lap, and go for a r…
