well, as a 14 year old I had an interest in putting the bagseeds in soil with a desk lamp over them in a drawer, then my mom found the seedlings and put them by the window to get better light.

Then when I was 23 I had my own place so I grew a couple plants by a south-facing window. I had good hookups so I wasn't motivated to grow seriously, but the plants flowered according to the season and got a little seeded, but I was impressed that a throw away plant could be compared to the herb I got from dealers.

Now I live in a new city and the closest hook I have is 3 hours away, so a year ago I was compelled to do what I kept procrastinating; growing my own bomb shit. It's so easy and therapeutic and only requires knowledge and attention. IT's so much a fundamental part of me that I assume every stranger on the street must have their own grow otherwise how could they live?