My childhood home sat at the end of a typical suburban neighborhood of Kansas City. On one side was another 80’s built home and to the other side was a farm with horses and milo. At the time this was not an atypical scene. Suburbia was stretching its extremities further south (as it still is today) and we happened to live were suburban and farm life met. Cecil, our next-door-neighborhood farmer, reserved part of his land as a community garden. My parents grew everything from sunflowers to cucumbers. As a kid I spent a fair amount of time watering, picking out weeds, and just playing in the dirt in general. On special occasions I got to ride the tracker and play in the barns. Now that farm, as well as most of the other fields and farms in the area, have been replaced with the Sprint World Headquarters (…), apartment complexes, chain restaurants and shopping, and more apartment complexes. I love my city and am proud to be a home grown Kansas Citian. It’s growth, especially lately, has put KC on the map and brought well deserved recognition to the organizations and people that call this place home.