Lawn Boy Chapters 1-4

Lawn boy, forward, page one. I don't have a clue how all this will end. There are people now who say, I'm some kind of wonder boy, or that I know some secret, and that I have this big hairy plan. Nope. One minute I was 12 years old and wondering where I could get enough money for an inner tube for my old used ten speed. I didn't have any money and my parents didn't have much either. My mom is a teacher in an experimental school, and my dad's an inventor. Sometimes it takes a long time to work out a new idea. This was one of those times. So we were a little bit broke. Mom and I have learned not to ask too many questions about what he's doing because if we do, he wants to use us as Guinea pigs, and we learned our lesson during what we now refer to as the voice activated door incident. Dad swears mom's nose is as cute as ever, and I don't notice anything different about it, but she still touches it gingerly when he starts talking about some big new idea he's got going. The next minute it seems, I've got a business of my own, with employees, and I'm rich. I'd better explain. It all began at 9 in the morning, on my 12th birthday, when my grandmother gave me an old writing lawnmower. Chapter one, the principles of economic expansion. My grandmother is the kind of person who always thinks that no matter how bad things might seem