The first time I had to spend my summer on the farm I was 15 years old, and a total city boy. Thanks to some trouble at school, my parents decided to let me cool my heels in the middle of farm country with my grandparents. They intended it not really as a punishment, but more of a demonstration of what life could be like. It turns out that by the end of the summer I was bummed about returning to the city. I liked the country life, mostly because of some cool kids I had met, and their access to a field of cannabis. At the time, I had never smoked marijuana before, although I acted like I had. In the city I was a nerd, but as the lone city slicker in the country I seemed cool and mysterious to these other kids, so I acted like cannabis was no big deal to me. That didn’t last long, because soon after I got high for the first time, and as you know cannabis is like truth serum. I got so blazed on this stuff, which later on I would realize was very low quality cannabis, that all my truths came spilling out. Everyone else was so high they either didn’t care, or didn’t remember afterward, because we met up at the marijuana patch again the next day to do it again! The daily marijuana smoking sessions turned into some real, lasting friendships, ones that I maintain to this very day. So you better believe I was sad about the summer ending!