Growing Our Own Food

Growing sprouts was an experience to say the least. I hated the smell of the sprouts and the appearance of them growing on the inside of a Tostitos salsa jar was gross. I barely wanted them to touch my skin. However, I was proud when they had actually grown! I felt accomplished like I had done something, then it made me wonder “do children who grow food all the time feel this sense of accomplishment?” I was grossed out and proud of my creation. But when I forgot my little guy at school and the mysterious man with a mask disposed of him, I felt sad. I had grown attached to a plant that I hated and felt like it had a life. I felt like I had lost a friend. Weird I know.