Quote Originally Posted by couch-potato
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.
damn, you started hella early bro...LUCKY