For me, it was African violet (Saintpaulia) leaves that got me hooked. Back when I was a cute little kid, 53 years or so ago, and plants were bought in florists' shops rather than grocery stores or Home Depot, I would go in with my mother and keep my eye peeled for broken petioles or even fallen leaves, then ask sweetly if I might take them home for propagation (and no, I have no recollection at all of ever staging the event - I was honest to a fault). I don't recall anyone ever refusing me, and by this method I amassed respectable numbers of ordinary, but to me wonderful, plants. I do have to note, though, that of the 4 children my husband and I raised (2 biological, 2 adopted) not a one has shown much interest in plants, and lord knows they were all thoroughly exposed to the wonders of gardening and propagation. I have to guess that they saw the plants as the competition for their mother's attention. In fairness to myself, they've all turned into wonderful adults, so I don't believe they were harmed; but they were never seduced by horticulture. The predisposition has to be there, I guess. Ellen Ellen Hornig 212 Grafton St Shrewsbury MA 01545 508-925-5147