GUILTY: age 12-15 I grew up in Central Il. USA in the middle of the corn fields. To this day, at least five miles of corn in either direction from my old home; checked google/earth about one year ago.
We had NOTHING to do growing up in the middle of cornfields. Country boys are no different than suburban or city boys, riding around looking for ANYTHING. The only difference between the three groups is what each may stumble across on a given day. For the fellas in the country it was minibikes, fishing and searching miles and miles and miles of rivers and cornfields.
By the time I was 15 I new what Cannabis was and where to find it. At this point, I knew of at least five honey holes, each discovered by endless hiking and learned trends. There was one spot in particular that was above and beyond any. When I found this haven, I was walking a "field creek" and started smelling the power at least 1/4 mile before I found tracks in the ground leading the way. To this day I have dreams of entering the forest. 12" ++ purple toppers leaning over the trail a path to heaven. EVERYWHERE you looked LARGE purple buds. On the ground within the trail were knocked over plants still shooting flowers up to our waist.
Right or wrong, I was a teenager, I did not want to grab a few and run. I decided to leave as quietly as possible, the same way I came in; there was a bridge for an old country road not too far down.
It was coming close to harvest season, which also meant TORNADO season in our area. About one week after I found the land of glory I heard the tornado sirens going-off about five miles away, the land was/is that flat. This was not a tornado watch or warning, it was an ALERT; meaning sightings of funnels clouds touching down. The only thing that went through my teenage brain was "this is a perfect time to park at the bridge near the honey hole, everybody is hiding from the ALERT." (opposed to hiking the 3+ mile trail the way I found it, there was a bridge for a farm road near).
I freaking drove and went through the crop grabbing nothing but and all his toppers. I filled three garbage bags of 12" toppers.
To this day I feel like the biggest jerk.
Moral of the story, this is what teens will do.............................
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