As a teenager, I was the yard care master. As the only son and grandson in my family, I managed lawns, shrubs, and trees for most of my family and half the block. It wasn't summer unless my entire life was stained with grass, and I learned to love music when listening to my bright red My First Sony cassette Walkman and the tapes I'd make from albums from the library.
Then, I got real summer jobs in college. And now, I'm an urban dweller, and don't even own a lawnmower, let alone a hedge trimmer, edger, weed whacker, and the like. But someday, I'll have a garage, and a yard to care for, and a whole pegboard full of powered lawn care tools.