~1994 in East San Diego county my best bud and I smoked the mexican brick weed that was probably 50% seeds by weight. We used to save them and go Johnny Pot Seeding. We'd go on hikes and get as deep into the back country as possible and plant seeds everywhere we thought they could grow, especially around streams and ponds. You know, just spreading the love. We had planted some seeds in an old planter that hadn't been used in years on his side yard. A few of them sprouted and got to their 4th node when his father found them and ripped them out of the ground and just tossed them around angrily. The next day I found the best one all limp and lifeless with its roots fully exposed just laying there. I took it and planted it somewhere much safer. By some fantastic miracle of nature it stood up and praised the sun. It ended up very stunted but something amazing happened. It started flowering at less than 6" tall. The little girl turned into a miniature plant with the tiny top being just one small bud. It even turned a dark shade of purple! I dried it the best way I knew how at the time and got about 1 gram of the dankest crystally chronic I had smoked up until that point. From tragedy came a miracle and my fascination with cannabis was cultivated right then and there into a passion. Cannabis is truly the gateway to appreciating all life on this planet even more. I've been growing everywhere and anyway I can since. I'd love to hear your stories of coming back from the dark side.