as a little girl of maybe 3 or 4 I decided that it would be a really good thing to weed my grandads veggie patch because he was poorly. (I also thought it might earn me a packet of spangles or some other such treat, I would of settled for a bedtime story though!)
After a day of weeding with parents and grandparents keeping an eye on me from the windows I went to get gramps so he could take a look at all my hard work, it was then he realised I'd pulled up all his tiny onion shoots thinking they where grass. When he told me I burst into tears because we wouldn't have any onions that year.
Always being one to make do and mend we re planted them again in the hope they would survive. I died my eyes, got the aforementioned sweets and bedtime story for trying my best... all the rest of the patch was beautifully weeded.
Gramp managed to get lucky and ended up with all seedlings growing tall and strong!
It's over 35yrs ago now but the feeling of ruining the veggie patch has stuck with me all this time.... maybe this was the start of my caviler attitude to gardening... if can survive it's 1st year deserves to stay!