my brother got me high the first time when i was 15. it was the worst experience of my life. i still think to this day his asshole friend Nate put something extra in that joint because i had the worst greenout ever, thought i was levitating and out-of-body, etc. didn't touch it again til i was 17, then dated a small-time dealer so we were daily smokers. quit when i was 22, then started again last year at 46. enjoying much more this time around, it fits into my life much differently now. before it was a crutch, an escape, a way to fit in, all the reasons you SHOULDN'T. now it's a release, relaxation, a way let my worries rest a bit.