My love for lawncare began when I used to help my father maintain the grounds for our church. It was approximately 5 acres and would take us the better half of a day. He used to pull me behind the church's John Deere 110 in my radio flyer, till I was 6, then I wanted to drive. I'd sit up on his lap and he would help me make straight lines. After not too much longer, I was doing it by myself. I used to get really ticked off if he would ever go to do the lawn by himself, cause I wanted to be with him and drive the tractor. I can remember, cold Pepsi's (not a big thing now, but it was back then), trips to the gas station and the parts store. I'll always remember working on the mower and all the new words I learned too The best part was that I got to have my dad all to myself.