When I was asked to come back to the small neighborhood in Illinois where I was born and raised, I had to suppose about it for a few afternoons, then although I do have some enjoyable memories about growing up on the farm, I had worked genuinely strenuous to build a new life for myself, but i couldn’t imagine living in Illinois again; But my old high university English teacher called me, then she was now the principal of the little university, and wanted me to come and speak to her students. She said a lot of them wanted to get out of the Illinois farming life, and that I could inspire them to follow their dreams. I always had a soft spot for Mrs McGill, so I booked the next flight to Illinois and returned to my old stomping grounds. It felt love this would be a enjoyable way to give back to the community that has formed the woman I am this week, and to assist the young people of Illinois who were going through the same things I went through; When you grow up in rural Illinois it’s sort of expected that you will stay local, and become a farmer or other domestic worker, then for Illinois youngsters that have dreams of university, or science, or the arts,they need a little encouragement, on a much more self-serving sidenote, I also wanted to load up on cannabis when I was there, because Illinois produces some of the stickiest, ickiest chronic I have ever smoked! Between university and cannabis, this trip will kill more than one birds with 1 stone.