I was the beginning of 10th grade and I was 15 at the time. I had been alone all summer because I just wasn't very social and felt like playing video games all summer. I always said I would try weed some day mostly because stoner movies just made it look so fun but I was scared to death of getting caught so I always said, "Maybe if it was brownies I would try but definitely no smell to come home with". I was always the kid people thought smoked because I had long hair and a very mono voice, all in all an air head to the point where my mom would say "Don't ever smoke pot Mason, you're burnt enough as it is.".

When I got back to school I found out my friends had started smoking during the summer so they asked me if I'd be willing to try and I was all for it as long as I had a place to stay and not have to come home. We went to the mall to find some one to buy from(some of the sketchiest deals ever) and we actually got some nice sticky nugs so we proceeded to go to my friends house. After his folks went to bed they pulled out a long Hatchet pipe and I took my first tokes like a champ(I had never smoked cigarettes at the time so I only knew that I had to breath in the smoke, too this day I can't smoke a cigarette right because of it) but I never felt any thing. The next morning when I got picked up I changed clothes and every thing because I was very paranoid. While driving in the car with my dad I told him they were lighting incense and what not just making conversation and then he said "Most people light incense when they are smoking pot" so I just laughed it off.

I didn't lmao until the third time and eventually told my mom about my new hobby a couple weeks later and the awesome thing was that they were ok with it and the rest is history. I consider my self pretty lucky for having a very open parents and family in general.