When I was about 8 years old, I used to get dropped off at a friend of my Mom's house to spend the day during the summer. I would usually spend time with her children who were also my age, but on this particular day I decided I wanted to help in the garden. Katie was about 35 years old, and had the patience of a saint. I had never worked in a garden before so I couldn't tell a weed from an actual plant. She attempted to show me the difference, and I said I understood. I walked down to the far end of the garden and started to pull out the weeds. I weeded for what felt like hours, but was li...
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