During all my years of growing up my parents had a spring/summer garden. It didn't mean much to me, except that I might be called upon to pull some weeds or water it when I didn't want to. I took the fresh garden produce for granted and probably even turned up my nose at some of it. My parents are now a very young 71 and they still garden.
It has taken some 45 years, but now the gardening gene has finally kicked in. This was a great shock and pain to my husband. When I first showed him the area in the yard that I wanted to convert to a small garden, his eyes grew wide and his strength was sapped. He actually had to sit down he was so overcome. (The space is not that large!)