Don't you remember what it feels like, as a kid to be bored to death?

You never wanted to indicate boredom around one of my maternal uncles while growing up, he'd make you pick up EVERY stick in EVERY grassy area on the family farm, THEN take you to the OTHER TWO FARM PROPERTIES, and make you picknup EVERY STICK on those two other farm properties, a total of roughly seven acres worth, and put them ALL in a central firepit at the main family farm property, then he'd invite everyone over for a bonfire with hot dogs and marshmallows after he mowed all of the lawns on all three farm properties, while he made you sit in the house with nothing but a balogna and cheese sammich and cheap chips and water. I also hate that uncle as much as one on my Dad's side.