Saturday Centus - Week 6

This post is linked Saturday Centus - A 100 word story based on a prompt. The prompt is in bold below.
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WEEK 6 PROMPT

It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades.

And it's also true that the evocative scent can bring on a full-blown attack of acridophobia.

Especially if you were the tomboy in a family of four girls to whom the duty of mowing the front, 3 acre field fell to on a weekly basis.

"Dad," I would beg, "Please don't make me mow behind the polebarn. The grasshoppers are everywhere there! I hate them!"

My Father, a no-nonsense military man, simply growled, "Quit being stupid. Go mow!"

So I did.

The rich verdant smell of the grass falling under the whirring blades of the riding lawn mower was always accompanied by my screams and flailing arms as the grasshoppers rained around me like evil, prehistoric confetti in the golden summer sun.

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