It was about 1969 when I grew my first plant. I was in high school at the time. The plant was a pathetic little thing grown from seed that was in a bag of weed. I never was able to smoke it due to parental interference. I grew it in the dining room of my parents house. I told them it was a rare "Japanese Tomato" and they bought the story. I believe they were happy that I showed an interest in gardening. My parents were both school teachers. They had parties and no one mentioned the plant -- not even the high school principal -- even though they all saw it. Once my parents figured it out, they were mad enough to kill, but somehow I survived. My high school friends probably still tell the story. Many years later, my father changed his mind about cannabis when he developed multiple sclerosis and discovered how the plant eased his symptoms. He was a great gardener and reportedly grew some very fine weed. He never shared it with me, though, because he never stopped being mad about that Japanese Tomato.