I was 16 at the time. My sister was visiting home from college, and as I came downstairs I noticed she was smoking her pipe (I already knew she smoked before that but hadn't actually seen her do it) and beginning to watch that episode of the Simpsons where Homer smokes weed. I made an indirect comment that it might be something I might be possibly interested in. She picked up on my hint and offered some to me. I tried it, and coughed a lot, and if I got high I didn't know what it was because I don't remember feeling very high.

I didn't smoke for about a year after that, and didn't even think about it. Until my second time. I still don't remember what the hell my second time was like, and I take that as a good sign. Since my second time I have never been more than 11 days without weed.