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Smoked a few times in 8th grade with my friend but didn't get high [13-14]

Freshman year of high school [9th grade] ended and summer began [14-15], and I wanted to actually get high this time. A few more smokes and still nothing. Then finally one day...ghetto paper-towel-roll steamroller and some mids-ish weed I guess...smoked a few bowls hitting it as hard as I could as I was a bit discouraged at this point. Started walking to the store and a few minutes later it hit me so hard. I remember everything just changed so suddenly...then got to the store and felt like I was floating through the aisles. Then the paranoia kicked in and I left my friend to go home LOL. Was so nervous that I would never be normal again...until I smoked a few days later that is haha.

Damn, thinking back, getting high was so much funner back in those days...when the high was almost uncontrollable and you didn't know what was going to happen. The good old days indeed.

My first time it was while i was in 8th grade. I smoked through a pipe with 3 other freinds in the park of my neighborhood. We really smoked alot but i didnt get high. I really didnt know how to smokeso that was definately it. Now im starting first year in college and really cant live without it. LOVE IS WHAT i HAVE FOR IT!!

In highschool, I was VERY big into being drug and alcohol free, and looked down on anyone who was involved in those sorts of things.

Then I went to college.

I made some friends in my dorm, and we were all kind of new to pot. A guy one of my friends, Andrew, knew had smoked before in highschool and got ahold of some; he also had an older brother who lived a few blocks away from the dorms, as well as a pipe he bought at a gas station.

So off the four of us went late at night to the cellar of Andrew's brother's apartment. We gathered around a table that had been down there since before said brother moved in, and, not really knowing what to do, picked out the seeds and stems (given that most of our knowledge of pot had come from pop culture; in this case, it was Afroman's "Crazy Rap"). The four of us smoked about a gram and left the basement.

It had been really fucking cold out on the way over, but now, we didn't care. We were all kind of wondering whether or not we were high. The streetlights looked kinda brighter than before, but then again, I though it could've been a placebo effect.

Then we get to a stairway leading down from the sidewalk. I don't say anything, but in my head is something like OHMYGODI'MGOINGTOFUCKINGFALLDOWNTHESTAIRSOHMYGODOH MYGODOHMYGOD. Solution? I lean away from the stairs while still walking. It felt like I was walking at a 45 degree angle (although I know that's pretty much impossible).

About this point I have a pretty good case going for me being high, but I needed more proof. Digging up what little knowledge I had of what being high was supposed to be like, I knew that when you were stoned, you were supposed to find things funnier than normal. I thought, "Okay, if I think of something really horrible and laugh, I'll know I'm stoned." I think for a minute and say (and I promise I'm not this horrible a person, and I hope I'm not going to offend anyone):

"Hey guys! HOLOCAUST!"

I start laughing uncontrollably. Everyone else is laughing, but more in a WTF sort of way. I explain, and they understand.

Later down the road, another friend of mine, BLT, looks up at a synagauge (sp...and kind of a funny coincidence) and, confused, asks, "Dude, weren't we just here, like, twenty minutes ago?" That confused us even more, because we couldn't convince him that we had been walking. We later realized that he got the synagauge and the church we passed earlier confused.

We eventually get back to the dorms, and proceed to take the longest elevator ride of our lives. We hang out for a bit, talk about what it was like being that high for the first time, and then three of us decide we want to smoke more, which is a whole 'nother story in itself.

^^ that was along story kinda hard to read, but that sounds like a great first high.. being all duhhhh lmao..

In 8th grade my friend Missy lived close enough to school that we'd skip a few classes and hang out at her house listening to records and smoking Marlboro Reds she'd pilfered from her sister.

One day while 3 of us girls were there she busted out a few big enough roaches and we smoked them down to nuthin. I don't think I got really stoned, maybe it was mostly wishful thinking and headrushes from suckin down the reds. I remember we listened to the Motley Crue- Shout at the Devil & Billy Idol- Rebel Yell albums and that George Michael song-Careless Whispers and laughed and talked and eventually said oh shit, we better get bk to school as the last hour was almost up. We were all paranoid on the way bk, we just knew they would know what we had been doing and our parents would too, just by lookin at us.

When my Mom picked me up she immediately noticed I smelled like smoke and asked me about it. I gave her some lame excuse about how our vice principal had been smoking in the gym and me and Missy were talking to him and that must be it. And I suppose she wanted to believe me so she did. It was one of my first realizations that I didn't have to worry much about my parents finding out anything- as long as i had a somewhat plausible excuse for things, they didn't investigate.

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Originally Posted by TX Girl

In 8th grade my friend Missy lived close enough to school that we'd skip a few classes and hang out at her house listening to records and smoking Marlboro Reds she'd pilfered from her sister.

One day while 3 of us girls were there she busted out a few big enough roaches and we smoked them down to nuthin. I don't think I got really stoned, maybe it was mostly wishful thinking and headrushes from suckin down the reds. I remember we listened to the Motley Crue- Shout at the Devil & Billy Idol- Rebel Yell albums and that George Michael song-Careless Whispers and laughed and talked and eventually said oh shit, we better get bk to school as the last hour was almost up. We were all paranoid on the way bk, we just knew they would know what we had been doing and our parents would too, just by lookin at us.

When my Mom picked me up she immediately noticed I smelled like smoke and asked me about it. I gave her some lame excuse about how our vice principal had been smoking in the gym and me and Missy were talking to him and that must be it. And I suppose she wanted to believe me so she did. It was one of my first realizations that I didn't have to worry much about my parents finding out anything- as long as i had a somewhat plausible excuse for things, they didn't investigate.

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HAHA! I remember one of the times after I smoked..I came home blazed as fuck..and my mom looks at me and says "you have tobacco fuzz on your lips" ...I really had cottonmouth real bad..I copped to it, and said that I had been smoking ciggarettes..she bought it..but I told the truth to her later on in my life..She said she knew...she didnt know, she just wants me to think she knew. LOL

Shout at the Devil...how old are you TXgirl?

Heh! Geo, I guess its a mom thang ;) My mom likes to say, 'You girls think we were dumb, but we know more of what yall did than you think we do'
well then why does she always act surpised when we tell her a tale of long ago? And more importantly why did she not try to stop us?? lol.

I'm 36, Geo, how bout you?

Well, my first time was when I was about 14. My older brother (probably 21 or 22 at the time) was finally starting to let me hang out with him. We were at the park with a bunch of his friends drinking beer, and everyone there was impressed at how fast I could put away beer. My brother decided to go buy some more beer, and as soon as his truck was out of sight his best friend produces a pipe and a bag of weed from his jacket. At first I didn't want to do it, but that took about 10 seconds of convincing before I changed my mind. He packed it, and they all stood around me while I hit the pipe for a long time. I tried to pass it to one of them because I was starting to feel what I thought was high, but he faked like he was hitting it and passed it right back to me.

A few minutes after the bowl was cashed my brother came back with a six pack. Those were gone pretty fast, so we rode home. On the way home my brother was all like "Dude, don't act drunk or anything, I dunno how many beers you had but you seem okay. Just don't do anything stupid." So I followed his advice and avoided my mom. I went straight to my room to do algebra homework but I must've went to the kitchen 5 or 6 times for cake, chips, sandwiches, granola bars, and cereal. I did my homework pretty good, then passed out. The next day after I got home from school my brother was like "Holy fuck dude, I heard my friends got you high last night! No wonder you ate so much fucking food!"

cuddling the weight set huh?? yeah id say you were pretty out their.. lol

I bought a teenth [1.7 grams for £10] of some really good stuff, even by todays standards, and told my parents. I told them before i even bought and or smoked it, because i knew there was no point lying to them about it. I had family that smoked it and grew it - alot of my family were in gangs around EAst London - some still are into that shite - so i already knew a bit about it. The first couple of times i didnt get stoned, just enjoyed the smell. Then like the 3rd time i smoked, i got fucked. It was 6 in the morning, and i was about to go fishing with me dad. I looked around and my eyes followed my head - it felt as though i was dreaming. Or although i was watching a video. THe car ride was the best car drive i've ever had.