I was around 12 or 13 when I first started to smoke, it was not because of peer pressure or to be cool or anything like that. To be honest I wanted to smoke because of the surgeon general. The warning and the anti-smoking programs made it seem like each time i lit up was akin to playing Russian roulette. I would smoke every chance I got in the hopes that this time it would work.
The "DARE" program and "MADD" were just as responsible for my using drugs and drinking, I told myself. To be honest with myself I was doing something completely different, it is know as self medicating. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this I will enlighten you. I was sad all the time, I remember seeing an after school special that showed kids smoking weed, they appeared to be having fun. They were laughing, and goofing around. They seemed to be happy, and I wanted to be happy.
I found some kids who were "pot heads" and they were more than happy to get me high, they also hooked me up with mushrooms. All I had to do was supply them with booze. This was easy for me since my father was a drunk and kept the stuff hidden all over the house. I still remember taking Vodka to school in a DARE water bottle, hows that irony for you.
Keep in mind that I was not addicted to any of the drugs, they would help me be happy and fit in somewhat. However this did not help my school work one bit, I already did not care about school. Now I started to not care about anything.
Maybe if the warnings had been more realistic they would not have enticed me so much, or maybe i was so fixated on what I wanted them to do for me i over looked what they were doing to me. i was not happy before I took my first hit of weed, but when I was high I felt happy. When I was losing my high I felt normal, and when I was no longer high I was even sadder than before.