Growing up we didn't have specific chores, like other kids did. We were asking to do things, and we did them. Things like emptying the dishwasher, taking out the recyclables and picking up our junk.
On some occasions we had to help with yard work, which was the worst. Our house didn't have a typical front and back yard with grass and a tree, or a few bushes. We lived on the side of a hill, and the front yard was all bushes and a few tree, the back yard was a deck and a lot of bushes and trees. We didn't have any lawns at all. So when major yard work had to be done we had to carry stuff from the back yard to the front and it was the worst thing that there ever was. Or it was in our little kids minds.
Thinking on it now, we probably didn't have to do it too long, or often. And at the time I remember thinking I'll never force my kids to do yard work when I'm a grown up. But I will, of course. Sorry young Rachel, you lose on this one.
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