[mmichaels1970]

I remember when I was about 8 years old, I agreed to help a senior neighbor do some chores. She paid. It was probably like a quarter an hour, but I was 8.

I did little things here and there and was quite happy as each hour spent was at least one pack of new baseball cards.

One day, she sat me down in an overgrown flower bed in the back yard, full of grasses about 18in high (at least that's how I remember it) and she went back into her house. After making about .5% progress in an hour or two under the sweltering 90 degree heat, I just sat there, broke down, and sobbed uncontrollably.

Poor lady must have felt terrible. She sent me home and I never spoke to her again. I think I rode my bike a bit quicker any time I was passing her house.

While not really related, this article brought that memory back fresh in my mind for the first time in many many decades. Can't believe after all these years, I suddenly actually feel a little bad about it.

[mass55th]

"One day, she sat me down in an overgrown flower bed in the back yard, full of grasses about 18in high (at least that's how I remember it) and she went back into her house. After making about .5% progress in an hour or two under the sweltering 90 degree heat, I just sat there, broke down, and sobbed uncontrollably."

Are you sure she hadn't been a female guard in a Nazi concentration camp?