Grow Write Guild Prompt #1: Write about your first plant

Here is my first Grow Write Guild response. It is nothing fancy, I just answered the questions that were given. This one was hard because I don't really remember all that much about it even though it was only about six years ago! If you want to know what the questions were, the original post is here.
Enjoy! :)

Although I know that I've planted things before (I have photographic proof, see below), when I was much, much younger (I also vaguely remember coming home with a bean plant in kindergarten and grade three), the first plant that I remember consciously planting was a tomato plant, bean plant, and a zucchini plant.

You want my shirt and glasses. I know you do.

I was 20 years old when I grew my "first" plants.

I grew it in Niagara Falls, Canada, at my parents' house (also my house).

 I purchased some seeds from either Johnny's Select Seeds or Urban Harvest, both online. I started them from seed in those little pop up peat pellets on the lid of a Rubbermaid container on the floor beside a heater vent and the sliding door (I figured the sun in the afternoon would be good for them). I purchased and had read You Grow Girl! (I'm not sure exactly what prompted me to purchase the book, but I think it had something to do with my interest in environmentalism, or with my gradual increase in knowledge about the food industry due to a food allergy). The book suggested I buy Black Brandywine Tomatoes, so I did (I don't recall why I purchased the Zukes). I bought the beans because I knew they would be easy. I knew nothing about the tomato or zucchini plant before I bought it. I only knew that the tomato would grow to be a weird-looking (as I thought at the time) one.

I had no emotional attachment to the tomato, bean, or zuke (In fact I didn't even eat tomatoes at the time. I'm not sure about zucchinis, and my beans only came out of a can).

I thoroughly enjoyed growing the plants. My favourite part was watching the tiny green stems push their way through the barren landscapes of the peat pots. It was astounding to me that something so tiny could push through all that dirt. One thing we (my husband [then boyfriend], and I) did, that we still do, is we created a map of all the things we planted on a separate sheet of paper and we gave each plant a name. And the name HAD TO be alliterative. Or else. I think there was a Tom Tomato. And Zorro Zucchini? I still find it hard to come up with names. And I may have talked to my plants a few times that first year. I swear I'm not the only one who does this so stop looking at your computer screen like I am a little off. I still love the smell of warm moist soil, I still freak out when I see a new stem pushing it's way up through the dirt, and I get very excited when I receive my seed catalogs in the dead of winter. And I am no longer afraid of bees. I love seeing bees in my garden now. Especially bumble bees! And weird small bees that I never noticed before.

I remember getting a number of zukes out of our zuke plant, quite a few beans, and a number or tomatoes as well. I know we had planted other things that year, but these are the three plants that I recall with certainty.

The plants are all dead now. We ate the zukes. I think my husband ate the tomatoes, but I can't be certain. Only the beans live on through their offspring. The beans have also gone on to live in an uncle's garden too.