06/18/2026
Great memories, now no one asks lol
Saturday morning you heard the garage door and you already knew. The mower needed to come out. The gutters needed cleaning. Something needed hauling, stacking, raking, or painting — and you were the available set of hands. Nobody sat you down and explained the value of hard work. You just did it, and somewhere along the way it became part of who you were. The kind of thing you didn't recognize as a gift until you were old enough to give it to somebody else.