the first time i smoked was in elementary school. we all ran down to this city playground park from the YMCA and smoked inside of this sweet wooden tower looking thing, one kid didnt get high, they were all teenagers, i champed down like 3 hits then as we were walking out of there i leaned over the side to look down and felt like i was rolling over the side, that was sweet. couple months ago me and my smoking bud were smoking in his garage, we smoked more then liiek 10 bowls and had two joints, then he looked slowly over at me and it seemed like time was slowing down and it looked like he was 80 years old or somin and slowly said..... "are you high brian?" and i like freaked out then just starting cracking up.