i was 12, or however old you are in 6th grade, but i voted 12.
me and my boy found some weed in his older brothers droor, so we took it and went up to the levy.
this was like '96ish so it was a lil harder to get good weed i imagine so it happened to be some bam, or just like some midgrades or something.
but we smoked it out of a can of soda. i didnt really like it.
my boy liked it, i kinda stopped hanging out with him, i dont remember if it was because of the weed.
but when i was 16/17('00-'01)... i picked up another friend we had no plans, he had 6 dollars, and he says "let me borrow 4 bucks so we can get a 10 sac"
so whatever he got the sac, we drove to the park, sat in my car twisted a little skinny ass .4 skimp joint sack of weed.
i got so ripped, had to wait to drive n shit. ever since then, ive quit a couple times, but not for too long.
i think it was the good weed that made me realize how good the high can be.
i remember the weed to this day, it smelled of mangos. i think it was orange crush