I found one of my mom's joints...and thought it was a cigarette. I was 10 or 11 or so. I smoked the shit out of it and got some wicked munchies. I kept stealing my mom's 'cigarettes' after that. She'd come back to find them half smoked and me playing video games in my room. She never confronted me, because of the legality behind it, I guess. It wasn't until I was 16 when I approached her and told her I could get some killer bud. (by then, I realized that they weren't cigarettes)