I was a kid but seemed like it was heavy but momentum of pushing propelled it along. It was this old man who lived across from a childhood buddy. Unlike most seniors he was always outside working hard in his yard - all of us kids predicted he’d croak but he outlived most staying active. He wasn’t to friendly a sort but we got him on a good day and he let us both push his mower. Usually he yelled for us not to cross his yard when we went to woods along bear creek. All the homes including my parents backed up to it. It was our jungle as kids of all ages- we had forts, tunnels, tree houses and wars too - it was sort a like Vietnam. But when I fell into a deep trap it wasn’t lined with stakes- just to deep for us younger. Centipede is bad to leave a path and we kids were like deer in our neighborhood so lots of unwanted paths and “old people” yelling at us LOL. Or don’t eat my pecans, my pears, my cherries, etc dang we were like deer and a nuisance.