Remember, when I was a kid, I liked to follow my mom to the garden, the potatoes in the dirt, the potatoes, the carrots, the bean horns on the shelf, the peppers, the eggplants... the memories when I was a kid, because there were people who worked together, the things that were involved, the things that formed the so-called memories. Rich cities, busy people, only food can make memories, and then happiness..