I grew up smoking in my parents crib (after they found out i smoked), or in my room upstairs actually. The kinda unspoken philosophy was that if you want to do it, do it at home so there's no risk of getting hem'd up by the "jakes" on the street. There's nothin like smokin' a blunt and watchin Saturday cartoons...Mom always had stuff growing in her garden, and I'm sure I could've snuck a few in; between the collard greens:rasta: