My first time was when I was twelve. My friends parents were gone Friday on a cruise, so his Grandma was there watching him. He asked me to spend the night and to smoke(I wanted to try smoking for like a month or two).


His grandmother fell asleep around nine so we went down to his basement. He had a half an ounce(He would mow this guys lawn up the street and he would pay him with pot) of fairly high mids. We smoked something like 6-8 bowls. I remember not really being high at the beggining and looking into this mirror. I would breathe on the mirror and when it fogged up I said I thought it was smoke.

Anyways, we kept on smoking and by the end I felt like I was on a boat or something. It was strange, while we walked up the stairs it seemed like with each step I took I got more and more stoned.

We sat down in his living room, watched South Park, ate popcorn, and drank water.


The next week we did the same thing but his parents were home. We got caught.

His dad didn't tell my parents but I was caught anyways. My parents found a baby plant in my window that my friend gave me.

I was dumb.