Memories of Saturday Morning

My older brother and I would receive early morning work assignments from my father. 

"When you're done with that," he'd say, "come back and I'll give you some more." 

Even then I knew that approach was not an incentive for fast work, but you can only fake a chore for so long.

As we worked, kids we knew would bicycle past with basketballs or ball gloves in hand.

Now, of course, I can smile at the comparison, but one thing was achieved: work never scared us.