It was a warm autumn afternoon, I was about 11 or 12 at the time. A friend comes next to me and says,"Andrew, come look at this big bug". Instead of a bug, he pulls out a sack of weed. Later on after we are in teh car, he is like we are going to smoke this whether you like it or not. I finally gave in, and at about 9:30 that night, we were in the middle of a Boy Scout camp field lighting a joint. I didn't get high, but I thought I did. Ever since then I've LOVED it.