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if I understand your misspelled and disjointed post you donā??t not believe this is a
true tale? For shame, I do not mention the town I grew up in because there are
still people there who are emparassed by what they did thirty six years ago. I have more respect for my friends than that. People that recognize them selves in these tales are grateful I do not give more information. I get the very distinct impression that you are more than a little jealous that you were not invited. If you donā??t have a little less attitude and a little more faith you may miss out on a lot of intersting experiences in your future. Your loss......
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doctor G Reviewed by doctor G 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 itā??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