My folks used to smoke weed, in fact the first time I ever smoke was around when I was 9, I just picked up one my dad's still buring J's and took a little puff. Well they cleaned up and stopped smoking or drinking. In highschool I got so high in my bathroom that I left a roach on the toilet lid and forgot about it. My dad found it at some point, and came to my like "what is this?" I said "what the hell do you think it is?" and left to go live with my sister for a few days, he calmed down though and after that I could smoke at the house so long as I cleaned up afer my self.