How I wound up at the rave is a depressing story and tl;dr, so I won't bother. I was 11 years old at the time and at a rave. Someone put half a gram of molly in my water. I came back and chugged it, didn't realise until i had three or four gulps down (GOD MDMA is foul). I asked the guy what was in it, and he told me molly. I asked what that meant and he said something like "you know THE molecule -- ECSTASY!!"
I panicked.
I ran into the bathroom desparately trying to puke up what i had drank, but I have a horrible gag reflex and couldn't get anything up.
When it kicked in I was in the bathroom still trying to throw it up but i realised it was too late at that point. I had an incredibly bad panic attack. I kept thinking "this is too much" or "i'm going to die". When the intensity and panic attack rolled back, I noticed everything was beautiful and happy. My first thought was "holy crap. I'm addicted."
...and I was =)
That pure love and appreciation of everyone and everything.. I truly feel that MDMA is an example of the potential humans have to be wonderful animals if we'd only shake off our darwinian negative emotions and embrace an existence of bliss and love for everyone and everything.
http://www.superhappiness.com/index.html
That link is a really cool article on making people that act like they do on MDMA by toying with genetic or medical material.