^^^ I can dig your POV and hats off for making family number one. Getting busted (ratted out) in my 30's should have shut down my recreational pursuits but I was too stubborn and invested in my gardening to bend to the rules. Despite the beak calling me a 'bad man' my friends and family knew the real me and stood by me. I tapered my curiosity about other substances I was interested in and stuck with what I knew. Comedowns were never an issue and the occasional acid, molly and shrooms were factored in like appointments on my calendar so I could manage the next days. Over time that frequency dipped as my contacts dried up and here I am. No real regrets, other than never trying DMT. I knew respect for the spirit molecule was needed, but the other side of the tipping-point was a place that might have undone who I'd become, so I bottled out. Maybe next time. In the end, age brings with it a measure of wisdom and knowing your limits, so I'm mostly content with where I've been and what I've seen. Can't really reminisce with the grandies about the halcyon days, but maybe one day they'll find a memoir that will arch an eyebrow. It would be interesting to hear how other 'active' oldies interact with their families, but judging by the posts here there just aren't that many of us left. Ce la vie., I guess.