Unfiltered Story #352682

When I was 7 years old, my dad asked me to help him in the garden. He let me plant some roses and vegetables but told me that I wasn’t allowed to help spread the manure because he thought it was gross.

I enjoyed planting so much that I didn’t want it to stop…so I decided to bolt the second he looked away and ask everyone else on the block if I could garden for them too. One old woman did let me and invited me to help her plant some flowers in her back yard AND gave me full control of all the supplies she bought.

About an hour in, I see my dad walking into this lady’s back yard. He sees the completed garden and me sitting on the ground with a little snowman made out of extra manure, which I had been using like play dough.

After telling me how scared he was and that he was about to call the police, I explained my new found love for gardening to him and told him that I was going to live at that old lady’s house forever because it was more fun. He dragged me into the car and banned me from gardening for a year. It was near the end of planting season so I would have wait a year to do it again anyways but I didn’t know that and it pissed me off. I finally realized how much of a genius my dad was for comming up with that punishment 20 years after it happened.