I don't actually remember, I remember having some in a bong, in some lil abandon'd pig house thing (like a big half a barrel on its side) then smoking a joint, and saying how shit the bong was, because as soon as i smoked some of the joint it kicked in, although i didnt realise it was the bong that made me go.

After that, I remember walking to town, (because I was in the countryside) and getting to a shop, and being AMAZED by clothes pegs, then everything blacked out, next thing I remember, I was back at my mates house, and my back was against the wall, and I was on his bed watching the tv.
I had lost about 2 hours and had no idea what happened, just remember finding about 10 clothes pegs in his room.

totally fucked experience, and I didn't smoke it again for about a year to 2 years, purely because I did it as a peer pressure thing, and didn't really know where to get it back home.