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My journey to old-dude gardening heaven started way back when. During summer, dad always made me do at least 4 hours of yard work every day during summer breaks.
"But dad, all my buddies, and their rides, go to the beach about 10. How can I do four hours BEFORE I go?"
"Better get up early then, son"
Also, my almost maniacal hatred of weeds comes from that same source. As well as sweeping the gutters in front of the house.
No, I haven't made such a crushing blow to my children, they are free to continue watching hot babes do car repairs, if that blows up their dress.
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