The first true drug experience I had, I guess, would be oxycodone. I think I was 15? Anyway, I discovered an unused script in a junk drawer. Took a few and got that buzz. There were only about maybe 6 pills there, so they lasted for a day or two. Then I found another unused script for oxycodone and then one for hydrocodone, both years old. I fell in love with both and started taking them all willy nilly. I'd take them going out with friends and family and just talk talk talk (where I normally wouldn't). I felt secure for the first time in my life, with no social anxiety whatsoever, no worries, no self-esteem issues, and no depression. Ran out in about a week or two, but it was a nice honeymoon while it lasted.