My friend Dale was always talking about pot and the high's he had been on (he was 17 and I was 13) so he got me into it, I had started researching it alot and decided I wanted to try it. So for nearly a month we did nothing but try to find someone who would give us weed because we we're completely poor and did'nt know any dealers because he just moved to the area and I had never tried to get pot, although I had the image I never really got a chance to try it as nobody ever offered. My brother smoked alot of pot and would'nt let me try any, but one day me and my buddy Dale went to his house at like 10:00 pm and we're like hey! Can you smoke some 'marijuana' with us. He had just feasted on a large bag of mushrooms with his girlfriend, and so he was pretty leaniant. I took one big hit from the bong and choked it out-I was smashed. We walked to the liqour store (my brother, his lady friend, my friend Dale and me). I remember being fascinated with street lights and being dis-oriented, then we found our way there, I chugged a beer which made me nice and tipsy (was and still is a drinking lightweight as I rarely do it) than made my journey home. Fun times.