Both of my parents smoked while growing up, and I'd be in my bedroom with the windows open, they'd be outside working in the yard, smoking a cigarette, and I'd yell at them to put it out.

I was 16, and my friend drove to the store. We used his sister's car and, on the way back, we each smoked one his Sister's cigarettes that she had left in the car.

I, still, remember the scenery and the exact location when we discussed it and started smoking.