I was 15 and my twin brother and sister had been smoking for about a year or two before me. They talked me into it, and well, its really hard to describe. Imagine little 15 year old urca in the shed with her brother, he was lighting it for me, and it didnt have a particular taste or smell that I remember, and I wasnt hitting it right, but yet I could feel my head start to change.
Then, five bowls later and me still not high due to me not hitting it right, my brother pretty much force feeds me smoke and clamps a hand over my nose and mouth.
I had a few hits that way and I was just GONE. I started laughing like crazy, stood up for no reason, starting feeling like I was going in slow motion, and started crying for like 30 seconds, until I calmed down.
I smoked like 4 months later for the second time, then again in the spring for my third time... but then after that, like my junior year of high school, I just said fuck it and been smoking hella since