Smoking Addiction/Nicotine - My Story Pt. 1
When I was 10 years old (5th grade) I started smoking. Let's just say, I was dabbling in it. Why? Who knows. I guess to be cool; to fit in? I remember stealing cigarette butts from my dad's ashtray (I know -GaROSS!!) and rolling them up in a napkin to save for later. I would hide them in my dresser drawer. Some of the other girls from my street and I would head to the end of the subdivision where the new houses were being built so we could fire up the "butts" we had collected and learn to inhale. On the day my parents found out you can guarantee those weren't the only "butts" being fired up. Yow!
I remember hanging out on a patio of one of those homes - looking at ourselves through the sliding door. We would watch our reflection in the glass to see how cool we looked inhaling and exhaling the smoke.
To Be Continued...
I remember hanging out on a patio of one of those homes - looking at ourselves through the sliding door. We would watch our reflection in the glass to see how cool we looked inhaling and exhaling the smoke.
To Be Continued...