That was the year that my sister brought home a bean seedling from school. We stuck it in our garden, and it proceeded to take over everything. The bean was planted on one end and--in just a few weeks--I could sit under the shade of it's massive leaves on the other, and snack on sugar snap peas.
It turned our neat orderly rows into a magical jungle. Or at least, it seemed that way to the very tiny younger version of myself.
I don't know if you know this, but beans have fuzzy leaves. In fact, they would stick like Velcro to a couple of my shirts
I remember one time I was out playing in the garden when I got up to leave, and discovered that I couldn't. I had unknowingly brushed my back against one of the giant leaves and it had snagged on my shirt.
I tried not to panic.
When leaves had stuck to my shirt before, I had just peeled them off. I tried to reach my back to free myself, except that I could only sort of claw at it.
I took a running start but was whipped backwards when I reached the end of my leash.
I knew I could shout for help if needed, but I felt determined to get free by myself. None of my siblings would have been trapped by some stupid plant, so I wasn't going to be stuck there either.
I ran for it again, the vine snagged at me, but then the leaf snapped off of the vine and I was free. Except that the giant leaf was still stuck to my shirt
This is the first year that I have grown beans since then. I touched the fuzzy leaves, and for the first time in a long time remembered the magic of the jungle garden, and the giant bean plant with the leaves that sometimes stuck like Velcro.
It feels like I'm really gardening now.