This came into my head out of nowhere this afternoon
Here's a memory that is extrememly embarrassing that I just dug up out of nowhere while sitting around doing nothing today.
When I was in the fifth grade, we had a life science project. Every student in Mrs. Lasrson's class was given five seeds from one plant. Each student also had a different plant. Some students were given watermelon seeds, some were given tomato seeds. I recieved five corn seeds. We were instructed to plant the seeds and make sure to take great care of them over the course of the month. So, everyday, I made sure my little, red, plastic cup was placed in the most perfect position in the window for the sun to hit it just right. I was sure that all of my seeds were buried at the correct depth and space from each other. But, as the days went on, I saw everyone else's plants growing quickly and in good health. While, by the final week, mine had only one small sprout. At the end of the project, we were told to take our plants home and I did. On the bus I made sure to keep a very watchful eye on the tiny, green sprout coming out of the soil to ensure that none of the middle schoolers would try to ruin it. I got home, excited to show my mom and dad the plant that I grew and I placed it on my window sill in my room. I made sure to give it the same care, water it daily, and give it sunlight. But, as the days went on, it didn't grow. It ended up just starting to turn a yellow-brown color. I was very upset considering that it was the only thing I really had to care about what with having no friends and all. I asked my mom what to do and she told me that, sometimes, people talk to their plants and by talking to them, they grow better. So, that is what I did. I woke up everyday before school and made sure to say hi to the plant (whom I had named Bert) and give it it's daily water. But everyday, it still continued to grow browner and browner until it had fallen over. Now, at that age, I didn't know what that meant. So, I continued talking to and watering the plant with no positive result. Then, one day, I decided to see what was wrong with Bert when I had grabbed the sprout and picked up to reveal that it was not attatched to anything. The roots had died weeks before and all that was left was the remains of the leaf. I clutched it in the palm of my hand and ran to my mom, crying. I told her that I did everything I could to keep it growing. She told me that she was sorry and then contiuned to wash the dishes. I put Bert back into his red, plastic cup and left it on my window sill for another couple of days until my mom had taken it out of my room and thrown it away while I was at school.
That's the memory. Not sure where that came from but...yeah.
When I was in the fifth grade, we had a life science project. Every student in Mrs. Lasrson's class was given five seeds from one plant. Each student also had a different plant. Some students were given watermelon seeds, some were given tomato seeds. I recieved five corn seeds. We were instructed to plant the seeds and make sure to take great care of them over the course of the month. So, everyday, I made sure my little, red, plastic cup was placed in the most perfect position in the window for the sun to hit it just right. I was sure that all of my seeds were buried at the correct depth and space from each other. But, as the days went on, I saw everyone else's plants growing quickly and in good health. While, by the final week, mine had only one small sprout. At the end of the project, we were told to take our plants home and I did. On the bus I made sure to keep a very watchful eye on the tiny, green sprout coming out of the soil to ensure that none of the middle schoolers would try to ruin it. I got home, excited to show my mom and dad the plant that I grew and I placed it on my window sill in my room. I made sure to give it the same care, water it daily, and give it sunlight. But, as the days went on, it didn't grow. It ended up just starting to turn a yellow-brown color. I was very upset considering that it was the only thing I really had to care about what with having no friends and all. I asked my mom what to do and she told me that, sometimes, people talk to their plants and by talking to them, they grow better. So, that is what I did. I woke up everyday before school and made sure to say hi to the plant (whom I had named Bert) and give it it's daily water. But everyday, it still continued to grow browner and browner until it had fallen over. Now, at that age, I didn't know what that meant. So, I continued talking to and watering the plant with no positive result. Then, one day, I decided to see what was wrong with Bert when I had grabbed the sprout and picked up to reveal that it was not attatched to anything. The roots had died weeks before and all that was left was the remains of the leaf. I clutched it in the palm of my hand and ran to my mom, crying. I told her that I did everything I could to keep it growing. She told me that she was sorry and then contiuned to wash the dishes. I put Bert back into his red, plastic cup and left it on my window sill for another couple of days until my mom had taken it out of my room and thrown it away while I was at school.
That's the memory. Not sure where that came from but...yeah.