Shoveling snow.
Oh MY GAWD . . . Weeding that darn garden!
So hot and muggy, with at least half of the population of mosquitos fixated just on me! . . . .I enjoyed fresh vegetables and my mother's canning, but come on people . . . . Let a boy bike ride, swim in a pond, and fish . . .
Ahh . . . Memories.
It was my job to take out the garbage. We had separate trash and garbage pickups. The little garbage can was all the way in the back yard and I had to carry the days garbage and dump it in that can. The can was usually full of maggots and stunk to high heaven.