Same for me. I grew up as a kid seeing my dad mowing the grass with a trimmer / brushcutter (whatever you call that in english). I have a sneaking suspicion it did nothing good to his kidneys, unfortunately (sigh). That and vintage 1970's car and pollution.
Many years later I tried the trimmer a couple of times - and gosh that thing was a brute. I felt like a parkinsonian afterwards, and half sick with the noise and fumes.
Then my father grew older and my parents went for a classic lawn mower when I was a teen. It was like a holy revolution.
Except I spent many saturdays afternoons pushing the goddam thing around the family home to try and help them. Mixing oil and gas, the fumes, the noise... tedious shore. Emptying the bucket filled with the grass, rinse, repeat.
Start in March, and then every three weeks average, hoping summer would burn the grass into submission. Never happened except in 2003 with the heat wave. So it took 40°C for three weeks to slow down the grass growth, - screw the damn thing.
The only funny times was when I chased the rooster with the mower - probably binge watched too much Tom & Jerry cartoons. My sister nearly died of laughter. My mom... didn't laughed. At all. We never knew if she was more worried for the rooster or for the mower.
I have a running joke saying the grass is like my hair - it's a never ending fight where I can only lose on the long term.
Now my mom is alone, aged 79 - and me and my sisters are glad she went with electric lawn mowers nearly two decades ago...
Except the damn things are not exactly durable: my mom already has killed or outlived three of them (the broken things skeletons and corpses are still hanging around).
There is just too much surface, our old family house is a bit like a scottish mansion.
Luckily my mom has gradually given up the fight - and passed the torch to the guys from the village, they are doing it for a few bucks. Nice chaps.
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