it starts out as fun. a personal experiment. a test if you will. "can i get a seed to sprout"? i was in my late teens. the year was 1985. we were fresh out of the reins of our ruling parents. we were FREE. it was a good day. we had a jar of seeds and a tattered hand-me-down copy of the marijuana growers handbook. we had an attic in a friends house. his mom was cool but stood for no shit. we threw some fluorescents up in the attic and filled 2 boxes full of seeds. the lights were 3 feet away, we knew no better. well a week later we had over 100 sprouts. within 2 weeks they were a foot tall and falling over. we transplanted a few and had several nice plants. then came the day when she came home early. she heard us crawl out from the attic. we were busted. a friend took 3 of our plants and grew them out in his yard. he got a few little buds. we had to kill all the rest. and that my friends was the beginning. i haven't been able to stop since. carry on and happy growing.