Well, I was in 5th grade. My neighbor had always wanted to corrupt me, so I could be cool like him (he did say that). So he thought that I was ready for smoking marijuana at the prime age of 10. That night I lied to my parents, and told them that I was going to a McDonald's with some older friends. Walked out a few blocks, and he came to pick me up. In the car was my neighbor driving, my sisters ex-boyfriend, and this guy who I had never met. We come to this apartment where I've never been before, and it was the typical college-type house. Slightly messy, beers everwhere, etc. but then I see this dome-shaped object. Yes, it was a vaporizer. I sit down and start watching TV, talking to the other 3 people that live there. Some guy and my neighbor start talking:

"Hey bro, whatcha packing?"
"Trainwreck, and this kid is my neighbor, and I wanna get him really stoned for his first time."

I got the first hit. And the second. And the third. I nearly coughed out my fucking lungs. "So this is what it's like to get high" That was before my first hit, I had no fucking idea what was about to happen to me. I was so high I could touch my arm and start laughing because it tickled me. My visioned was blurred, and it was the happiest moment of my life. Great times.