Rite of passage

It was the summer of my eleventh year, England had a new baby prince who would one day inherit a kingdom, I was busy perfecting my skills on Assassins Creed, kicking around a ball with my friends, and avoiding my summer assignments. Much to my surprise I got my own inheritance...my legs were long enough to take over dads job on the mower. I was now Prince Ethan of the lawn mower, Duke of taking out the trash, Earl of other random chores, only son and crown Prince. Lucky me.