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It all started at about age 13, I had had a passing thought that I wanted to try smoking. Well about a month later it became more than a passing thought. I snuck into my older brothers bedroom and stole 2 of his smokes. Looking back it was not a great idea cause he smoked Export A regular (A.K.A Green Death).
So off I went, told my parents that I was going to the store. Went down to the nearby creek. So there I was standing by the water, pulled out my pack of matches, had to use 3 or 4 (of course). Finally got it lit and took a drag. Did not inhale, but somehow still managed to have a coughing fit. Only ended up smoking maybe a quarter of it and put it in my coat pocket (along with the other one).
Went back to the bridge a few days later, about 3, and tried again. Still didn’t smoke much, just a few drags. I did get 1 inhale in and hacked like crazy. After I finished coughing I put it out again and put it away.
After a few weeks of having just a few drags at a time, and just generally trying not to hack my lungs out, I started to inhale more and cough less. So I was now officially on my way to becoming a “Smoker”. By this time I had purchased my own pack, fear of my brother noticing the missing smokes. I even bought the same brand as him so that just in case they were found it would be suspected that they were his.
A few more weeks passed of me going for daily walks and of course parents had to notice that something was going on. One night, I would usually get back around 7ish and out in the country its dark by then. So I was just coming back up the driveway and my mom was standing outside. I still had my pack in my hands so I scrambled to put it away, out of her sight. The only reason she didn’t see it was because it was dark outside. At least that’s what I made myself believe. She stopped me at the door and asked me to sit on the step. In my head and body I knew I was busted.
So she sat me down and asked me where I have been going. I made up something lame about walking and exercising. She seemed to have bought it. She said that it was a good thing to be exercising and getting out of the house. She stood up, I stood up and went inside. My heart just pounding, thinking “that was a close call”. I told myself a mental note to be more careful from now on cause she was getting suspicious.
About a month passed without anymore questions or confrontations so I naturally assumed that I was doing awsome at hiding the fact that I was now smoking on a regular/daily basis. Little did I know I was not doing an awsome job. I was off for my usual evening walk to the bridge. I stood on the bridge, brought the smoke to my lips, lit it and took a drag. Turned to look at the water and there was my mom standing at the end of the bridge. At that point there was no point in even trying to hide it. She said to me “ So you really are smoking”. All I could do was nod my head and say yup. I was told that if I was going to smoke that it was not allowed in the house. I agreed and said I wouldn’t. As she stood there I did not continue smoking I just held it. I think I was to embaressed to actually do anything. She asked me if I wanted a ride home, I declined said I would walk.
