The most memorable time that I got high were probably when a shitload of people that I used to be friends with were over; probably like 7 or something. We had just gotten our new bong that we affectionately named Clementine, and all of us were ready to smoke. So when it came time for me to take my hit, I got up, bent over by the table, and I had a cigarette in one hand so I said "Can someone light it for me?" My mom got up and lit Clemmy up for me. :jointsmile:

After that, my friend was like "Wow, Liz, I wish I had a picture of that. That was the best Kodak moment ever."

I'll never forget everyone just cracking up when my mother just waltzed up out of nowhere and lit it for me...
It warms my heart.