Funny story, but I did my first lawn care job when I was 16.  I had a Science teacher that always had it out for me.  That guy gave me more swats than I could count. So, after a big rain, I decided to turn some donuts in his yard.  I left some pretty good size ruts and it felt good!  Well, somebody saw me and told my dad so he made me go landscape his yard before the cops found out.  I did such a good job that my teacher decided to hire me to maintain his grass for the next few years.

After school, I joined the military and it was then when my special intimate relationship with grass began.  Since I was a bit of a talker, I spent most of my time in the grass doing pushups, low crawls and even cutting grass with scissors.  Later in my career, being the good talker that I was, I decided to go to Drill Sergeant School.  I can't tell you how many trees I've yelled at and tried to teach during this school, but the only thing I ever got them to do was to stand still and grow.  As a Drill Sergeant, I wanted soldiers to have the same experience I had, and enjoy the company of grass. So, I made soldiers eat grass, dip grass, sweep/mop grass, tell grass their life story, use grass as earplugs, and when the grass was dying I made them give it CPR because chest compressions were just modified push-ups.

 I think grass and I have a pretty good relationship.  We have always been able to see eye to eye- literally!   So now I take care of the grass. And in return, it takes care of me.