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TheDirtyB Reviewed by TheDirtyB on . Tales your Parents won't tell you Drug Tales from my Childhood Getting High from 1968 on...... My childhood was full of trees and tall rocks, so itâ??s no surprise that when I started smoking I took to the heights. There were several heavily wooded glades around my childhood community where we would asend ten to fifteen feet above the ground and begin to pass the joint. Newcomers to the circle were often shocked when three or four of us would swing into the branches of some friendly pine tree and head up. Some folks just Rating: 5