Cut Grass
When I was a kid, my parents made me work for my money. It never just appeared in my pocket. Ever since I can remember I have had a job of some sort. Weather it was cleaning my room, doing the dishes, or picking up the cat litter. Nothing ever came free. Over time I learned to appreciate the value of a dollar and how good hard work, could fill your pockets with money. One of my first real jobs was cutting grass. When I was somewhere around nine or ten, is when I cut my first lawn. I could barley reach and push the lawnmower through the tall grass. That’s when my dad said, the more often you cut the grass, the easier it became. For cutting the lawn and my mom and dads house they paid me five dollars. Now that doesn’t sound like a lot, but for somebody who had not a bill to his name, that is a ton. I was so happy. I ran down to the coroner store and when I got there, I told the shop keeper that I had gotten five dollars for cutting the grass. He seemed happy for me and asked if I wanted to cut his grass for another five. I said I would, but i would have to ask my parents. Knowing that the shopkeeper lived right next door the the shop that was only two blocks away from my house, my parents said it would be ok. So I cut his grass, I cut it every week for a whole month. Pretty soon, between cutting my grass and his grass, I had saved up twenty dollars. Not bad for a young business man of nine years.
One day, later that month I was riding my bike down the street, and I came across a garage sale. And you know what they had… a lawn mower. I asked the lady how much it was, and the lady said it was forty dollars. I told the lady that I only had twenty dollars, but I would cut her lawn for the rest of the month, if I could get the mower. She was more than thrilled, and that is the story of how I started my first business.
