There were a lot of people worse then me.
I first smoked with my parents when I was a sophmore in High School. I started catching on that their usual "cigarettes" didn't smell like a regular one. I remember coming home from school one day and my mom called me into the basement. They were sitting in the corner hitting off of a homemade bong. My dad was all technical about it. He's like "This is Marajuana. Also known as weed. You put it here, light this, put your finger here, and inhale here." I guess it was cool that my parents were open about it. I remember smoking out of the bong with them. Then I said I was going to go upstairs and start my homework and that I felt 100% normal and didn't feel 'high'.
I went to stand up, put my backpack on and went to walk up the stairs. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and my dad came over and asked me if I was okay. I said to my dad "When did we get an escalator?"
Wow I never saw my dad laugh harder in his life. I kept telling him the stairs were moving like an escalator and I couldn't get on. So he carried me up the stairs and I ate like a damn pig.
That was the first time I ever smoked.
Then I didn't smoke for a while. Atleast until the following year where I would have smoked maybe only 5 times the entire year. By the time Senior year came I was getting high all the time. Smoking before class. But I wasn't with the "Burn Out" Crowd. I wasn't like them. I mean I related to them and in school we had laughs and good times, but out of school I did my own thing with my own friends.
College came and I was heavily into it. Too much actually. I would smoke every second I could of everyday from the second I woke up to right before I went to sleep and every minute in between.
Good times? Highschool should be renamed to good times.
