Every time we would get cannabis, as we packed bowls we would toss the seeds out the window.
When Max and I were twelve years old we built our tree fort. We had some help from my dad and my Uncle Pedro, thankfully, and the result was a sturdy and secure freehouse that is still structurally sound even twenty years later! We used that tree fort almost every day when we were living at home with our parents, because it was the only place in the world that felt like it belonged to us. It was our hang out spot all through our teenage years. When we first started smoking cannabis, we always did it in the tree house, and this is where the story gets interesting. Every time we would get cannabis, as we packed bowls we would toss the seeds out the window. A few months later the ground all around the tree was sprouting with various strains of cannabis plants! We got lucky because Uncle Pedro discovered the marijuana plants before my dad did, and he helped us cover it up. We were grateful for his help, and we all made a vow to never tell dad about it, but later I realized that Uncle Pedro just took the marijuana plants back to his house to keep! He was a big smoker, and enjoyed the opportunity to grow marijuana in his garage, and we had given him the perfect chance. I never got to smoke the results of his marijuana garden, but I like to think that it was primo weed. After that, we would still get a random cannabis plant sprouting up every once in a while.