I was raised in a farming community, on a farm that had everything.
My parents grew crops plus had animals, all the regular farmyard happiness.
It wasn’t until I started going to university that my parents told myself and my brothers not to talk about particular parts of the farm. I had no idea what they were talking about at the time, but they said some plants were considered not by the book plus the family was not really allowed to grow them. I was smart enough to listen, even if I didn’t get it, but I kept the secret of our parents marijuana farm for multiple years. When I was older I knew exactly what it was all about, plus why I couldn’t talk about it, even though I also had access to limitless cannabis. I had to work the crops, but now working in marijuana farm is sort of a dream come true for a lot of boys… plus older men, too! If you are wondering about the police presence, well there wasn’t much of one aside from my parents’ buddy Tim, who bought cannabis from my folks a couple of times a month. They provided him a good discount, of course, but Tim was a great guy who wasn’t looking for a deal, just a cheap source of marijuana for he plus his wife. Country folk are great folk, so no one seemed to mind our folks growing marijuana, so long as all the people were undoubtedly sneaky about it. It was an open secret, so to speak, plus the two of us had some neighbors who would even trade meat, fruit, plus fresh veggies for marijuana.