I killed a cactus

I am a terrible green thumb. I don't grow plants, I kill them. My parents and I live in the desert, and we killed three mini-cacti. How?, you may ask yourself. Well, we forgot to water them. Now, I don't have an inherent hatred for plants, nor do I enjoy watching them die. I always feel horrible when I see a browned and wilting leaf. So it would seem strange that, when I moved out of my parents' house and into an apartment, I would somehow manage to grow a small garden. It started because I had decided I wanted to learn how to grow plants. That, and the store I was at had mint plants, and mint is delicious and smells so good... Er- Yes. Growing plants. Needless to say, the mint did well. More than well, even, to the point where I had to replant it. And, this is where things went wrong. I didn't know what I was doing and broke the poor plant into four separate “Roosevelts”. (It's good to name your plants.) No matter, I'd give them away... And, one by one, they perished, save for a single plant that I had nearly given up on. It grew – and still grows – with a strange and winding manner, ending up on the table instead of in the air, but it seemed happy. Following the mint, was a sweet potato plant. I'd bought the potato to eat, left it too long, and got a few, adventurous plants peeking out from the brown and pink skin. I planted it out of curiousity, and was astounded when it shot up high, very happy with its place by the window. Next came a plant that I don't know what it is! I'm currently trying to train it to be a tree. It has the most beautiful leaves, and my parents were going to toss it. After that, I bought seeds. They're just starting to grow, and I'm waiting for February to plant my tomato seeds. Next on my list is a couple of green onions... Mm, now aren't those tasty! [I realize my garden doesn't seem to have many vegetables... But I wanted to share my story, anyway. Hope you, at the very least, enjoy it.]