MY NAME IS MARSHALL
AND I AM A SEEDAHOLIC.
It all began as a small child with gourds.
Yes, that was when I commited my first federal offense, because of my addiction to seeds, and my strong urge to enable others to share my addiction.
While still 4 years old, before kineegarden even, I helped my mother plant the garden around the house we'd just moved into. It all began as I tore open an envelope of Ferry Morse Small Mixed Gourds.
Oh how I began in such ernestness! Mother planted one seed, and how fast it was I planted the rest of the seeds just like her!
Each day I watered them, amazed at how the fingers and thumbs spray the water just right from the hose, avoiding the strong urge to jump into the GORGEOUS MUD I was creating!
Soon there were at least a ZILLION plants!
Oh! I tended the weeds too! I had my seedaholism bad already!
My Aunt Eleanor would visit, driving to our house in her huge late 1920's vintage Olds, something that counted as a station wagon, bigger than some houses are these days... O but I digress in my issue avoidance strategies!!!
Group, I can't place blame on anyone other than my own self!!!
As summer progressed, those Gourd plants grew huge! Soon there were round ones, long ones, handled ones, yellow, green, stripped...of all kinds and sorts and sizes.
After eleventeen comes twelveteen, then thirteen.
After nineteen comes twentyteen of course! Dad said that was actually UMPTEEN. By then I had turned all of 5, and I had to learn to count them all.
So, what to do with all of them? All those gourds filled my toybox and under my bed.
So, CRIME OF THE CENTURY TIME!
I went all around the neighborhood and put one or 2 gourds into each neighbor's MAILBOXES.
Yes, my seedaholism enabled me to tamper with the mail system! At 5! My first federal offense!
But I was putting things in, not taking anything out! Just like Mr. Mailman. If he can, why can't I???
Ohhhhhhhh, then saving the seeds began! Bashed a gourd open with a rock, got those messy gooey seeds all rubbing around in my hands, wiped on my pants, and my sister's shirts, and my brother's hair! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!
Secretly too! I spread those seeds on my open bed sheets, pulled the covers over them, forgot they were there, and slept with them!
Oh I got it bad! Julie at kineegarden thought I smelled really neato! Some of the other kids didn't though. Marty said I wet my bed still. DID NOT!
In a few days I had handfulls of seeds to hide! Aunty Eleanor or dad suggested I put them in my socks.
Oh and there were other seeds too. Dandelion seeds!
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If I corntinue my story it'll be a whole book so I best stop afore I start tall taleing!