My first time was when I was a freshman, fall quarter. I was a late smoker at 19, but whatev. I had just been to the bar and was plastered. An acquaintance of mine asked if I wanted to smoke some pot with his lady friend in her place, in the dorm, we used the ole dryer sheets in a plastic bottle trick. It was decent weed, nothin' special. But man, I was blaaaazed. I felt so euphoric and also felt a loss of control of my body and had to sit. I proceeded to space out for an hour starin' at the wood cabinet in front of me. Needless to say, I've been at it since, despite both of them choosin' to quit. Love strollin' down memory lane.