My little brother (2.5 years younger) and I smoke every time he is down from College, only a few hours north. Then we smoke and drink when our friends and I go up for a visit.

It's funny, we never really had much of a friendship till the later part of his high school when I found out he was smoking. We have been close ever since.

I think my dad used to smoke a bit when he was around my age. My mom probably didn't, but her sister, my aunt, gave us a down to earth lecture about how it was fine when they were younger and how our parents don't understand how things are now. That was after my dad found my brothers piece, which I gave him as his first pipe, when he was throwing some cloths into the laundry.