Hey Stick, great questions.
1. I first smoked cannabis when I was aboooout 16 years old. I remember that the first time it didn't actually hit me, but I definitely wasn't sober. Only after the next joint was a high and a fucking kite.
2. I don't really know, I'm pretty sure it was one of those "oh my friends are smoking so I want to as well" type of decisions.
3. Joints all the way man.
I absolutely HATE smoking in a rush. For me it's a time to unwind and do what the hell I want, so I always like to sit in a place I consider safe with a joint in my hand. I never liked using pipes, they make me feel as I'm smoking crack or something like that, although pipes and bongs allow me to actually appreciate the taste of pure cannabis. Without the tobacco and such. Bongs are somewhat exciting as well, maybe because I always use them when it's some type of special occasion, be it Christmas or a birthday. But I'm a lazy bastard by nature, so I hate cleaning up after using them.
4. About a year ago was the beggining of my really rough life (that still continues today) and I started to unfortunately abuse the stuff. Used to smoke it every day during the holidays and during school every other weekend. Since I'm very sensitive to all types of substances known to me like caffeine, cigarettes and cannabis, it was starting to affect me in the wrong sense. After I realised that I've starting to cross that dangerous line I quit. Knowadays I smoke once a month and I'm really content with that.
Can't say I despise the stuff.
5. At first I wanted to grow because of the fact that it was something completely bizzare to me. I always liked working with my mum in the garden, so I thought to myself, why the hell not? Cannabis seemed very mysterious to me, being illegal and what not. So I started like a true
n00b, buying that one 25W 6500k cfl, growing without any reflecting materials with just that bulb hovering up above the seedling. That all resulted in complete fuck ups, so I got furious and just tried my luck outdoors. After three months it was a result as I got about 15g of Lemon Haze, wow was I proud.
Of course there was no type of LST and general knowledge in my doings, and I had to fight with bud rot. Lost about 50% of my plant. After that I came across sites like Grasscity, 420 magazine and eventually settled down in Roll It Up.
After I saw the sheer amount of people dedicated to growing, the different techniques, methods and opinions I just got completely lost in fascination.
Now I grow for myself, because it really gives me something to do and I feel like it's the best hobby I ever had/will ever have.
Growing also helps me with my anxiety disorder, gives me a sense of pride and acomplishment, even if my indoor grows are still
proper shite.
I would love to one day move to a country were growing is legal and join some kind of Anonymous Growers club haha.
I only sold cannabis two times in my life, just to be able to recompansate the dosh spent of bulbs and equipment, but I hated it. Stress and adrenaline are one of the worst combinations for me, so I never went back. The flowers I don't smoke myself are given to my one friend, lucky bastard he is.
What about you Stick?