Reminds me of some of my first jobs......mom said want a bike, go mow lawns....I'll match what you earn.....in the end I paid for the whole thing myself.
In the 8th grade I started to want to pick my own cloths (hippy dayz )...got get a job and pay for them yourself she said... I gob a job moving hand lines in the potato fields.....mud up to my knees....earned enough for cloths and a motorcycle