I grew up with my old man smokin it around me. He didnt keep it discreet like I do with my kids. But the first time I smoked was when my older brother had a friend who had a lid of oil to sell for his brother.I was 16. They all wanted to smoke and didnt have the cash to buy it. So they conned me into spending my $20 for my learners permit on it. We smoked it, they got blasted cause I was rollin them one after the other tryin to get a buzz. I never got high at all.
The first time I actually got high was on a gram of hash I found. I giggled for hours. That was a lifetime ago.
The first time I smelled weed at a party I knew all of a sudden what I had been smelling in my house all those years. In one instant I had a new perception of my old man. Until then I had no idea he smoked pot.