The Tale Of The Forbidden Lawn

In honor of National Grandparents Day on Sept. 13, I relived some memories about my favorite grandparents, Ann and Sylvester, and all of the antics they put up with when I was a kid. As I’m sure you’ve picked up from the last few newsletters, I was a bit of a prankster, and I loved to push my grandma’s buttons when I was little. In particular, my buddies and I liked sneaking onto her pristine lawn.

My grandparents lived just up the street from my parents, and they had a big, rectangular backyard with the greenest, most uniform grass I’d ever seen. My grandmother was meticulous about that lawn. It looked better than a golf course, and she hated anybody tromping through the grass. But boys being boys, my friends and I were always tempted to sneak onto it. We just knew that the backyard would be perfect for kickball, whiffle ball, and football. More often than not, we succumbed to the siren call of the grass and snuck in for a game while my grandma was at work.