My own lawnmower! I finally got one! I've been waiting all my life for a lawnmower. Dad has a lawnmower that makes a lot of noise. Grandpa has a mower that's bigger than Dad's and makes lots more noise.
And now, I have a mower. My own lawnmower! It's just the right size for me, and it's really loud when I push it.
Grandpa and I have been mowing for a long time. He makes me stay on the
other side of the yard from him. Says it's safer for both of us. I don't
know why it's safer. But I do what Grandpa says. He's smarter than I am
-- and bigger!
Suddenly, Grandpa's mower stops making noise, and he sits down on the step by the sidewalk. He waves at me to come sit with him. I run over to, pulling my mower behind me.
Now, we're sitting together, resting. I tell him about the mosquito bite on my wrist. He tells me he's sure glad I'm helping him. My smile comes up through my shoes to my face.
My grandpa's the best in the world.
Happy music and art, Cinder LeDell
Stories in Paint by Cinder LeDell © 1997