I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere.
There was corn as far as the eye could see.
My town had a population of 346. They never bothered to change the sign from year to year. My class at graduation only had 55 people & that included most people from the county. The school district was small & so was the town. I went to an agricultural College to learn about farming & business. While I was in college I stayed in the dormitories. I met a guy named jack. Jack was taking a lot of the same classes as me, but for many weird reasons. His family owned a farm on the west coast & their main crop was marijuana. I was easily intrigued by the concept of farming marijuana. One Springtime break I went back to the West Coast with Jack so I could see how everything worked out. I was totally & completely intrigued by the marijuana farming industry. I never went back to my small town after I finished with college. I went back to work with Jack on the marijuana farm. I was there for 10 years & after that I bought a piece of land & started my own marijuana farm. It took a long time to get all of the permits & licenses, but now I have the ability to grow marijuana & sell the products to licensed retailers & dispensaries. I am going to be harvesting 1 of my first crops next September. It’s taken a long time to get here, but the marijuana farm should run much more smoothly now that everything is set up & running.