In the spring of 1973, we planted seeds in second grade. Everyone was given a choice of seeds. I chose corn. Although growing one kernel of corn in a 4 inch pot does not take much physical effort, I poured a tremendous amount of mental energy into my tiny stalk of corn. I stared at him from across the room amazed at how much he was growing. I stayed in from recess to help water the plants, and I talked to him in a whisper voice. He rewarded me by growing into an amazing bonsai corn stalk with a cocktail sized ear of corn. After all these years, I still feel that same awe when a seedling sprouts and I still talk to my plants.
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