The second time I smoked (first time did not get high) was out in the woods in a tiny bungalow that a buddy of mine made. We smoked from a beautiful bubbler w/ice and man i was gone. I could not control anything. I could not stop laughing my ass off. I for one remember making grass angels in the middle of a patch of grass. Then when we left (still stoned greatly), we sat at a the side of a hill and I swear that I thought I was in a war. It was crazy.