My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, ‘You’re tearing up the grass’ ‘We’re not raising grass,’ Dad would reply. ‘We’re raising boys.’

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My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, 'You're tearing up the grass' 'We're not raising grass,' Dad would reply. 'We're raising boys.' My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, 'You're tearing up the grass' 'We're not raising grass,' Dad would reply. 'We're raising boys.' My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, 'You're tearing up the grass' 'We're not raising grass,' Dad would reply. 'We're raising boys.' My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, 'You're tearing up the grass' 'We're not raising grass,' Dad would reply. 'We're raising boys.'

My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, ‘You’re tearing up the grass’ ‘We’re not raising grass,’ Dad would reply. ‘We’re raising boys.’

- Harmon Killebrew

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