When I was 11, I told my dad that I wanted a "bit of earth."
You see, I had recently read The Secret Garden, and I was also a huge dork.
My dad patiently planted a little garden with me, and I proceeded to neglect it for most of the summer. Luckily, my dad has the greenest thumb of anyone I know, so my little garden produced veggies and flowers for years to come.
Fast forward, 15 years, and my dad helped me plant another little garden, this time behind my duplex.
I have not neglected it all.
(Unless you count a couple days when I forgot to water it....)