I started when I was 12, I always curious why people do drugs, I had always found seeds all over the house from my dad and I knew what it was, but anyways, some friends of a friend were walking through the trailer park, they asked me if I had a lighter and I asked them why and they gave me some bullshit answer (don't remember what they said) I noticed they had a can and I knew exactly what they wanted to do, I gave them a lighter (dad gets boxes of lighters for free) and I told them I knew what they were doing and they asked me and my friend if we wanted to try, I didn't know it but it turned out it was their first time trying too. My friend says he isn't going to try it, but I go with them back in the woods to try it, I didn't get high because I didn't properly inhale and it was arregano that this dumb ass found on top of his fridge. But my friend moves away after time, and I start to play football in the trailer park and get to know these people really well and then one day they bring home a small bag of weed that one of them bought from someone at school and we decide to go back into the woods again and try again, my friend now tells me how to properly inhale and how to use the can the correct way (lol I didn't know what a carb was), and after that I have been smoking with those same friends ever since (it's been a good year now and I've tried alot more drugs/pills oxys, rock, crack, k2s, hydrocodone) and I kind of regret it because now it feels like I'm around a bunch of 9 year olds at school and these girls want to try to put me down and shit for doing drugs and they tell me that their brothers will kick my ass and shit, just because I don't play their silly games and I just want to ignore everyone at school and everyone thinks I'm a loser but I really don't give a fuck. Just recently all of those friends lives have changed a bit, one is probably going to rehab, another one has moved (not out of town though), another can't smoke or drink until he can gain his mother's trust again, another one moved to Mount Vernon, IN. But I don't know where I would be if I didn't start smoking pot, I remember when I first started smoking I kept getting thoughts of suicide because I didn't believe my mother loved me and she left me to go live with the other side of her family, left me with my dad, and my dad was going through hard times having to work so much and ending up broke after paying all the bills. But thanks to an awesome band called Tool I don't have these suicidal thoughts anymore, I'm now 13 years old and plan on smoking for the rest of my life.