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Joyce
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Date Posted: 00:02:47 07/09/07 Mon
Hi everyone, I love reading the stories on this website and since there haven't been any good ones in a while I thought I'd share.
Both of my parents had been smokers all of their lives and smoked inside of the house. My house always smelled of smoke and I HATED it. The first thing I would smell when I woke up was smoke. My sheets smelled like smoke, my towels smelled like smoke. Even my clothes smelled like smoke. I never understood why my parents would put something into their bodies that smelled so bad and was so bad for their health.
I asked my mom why they smoked and she told me that after you smoke a few packs, you get addicted and can't stop. She said that it starts to taste good after a while also, but also told me never to start because she didn't want to shorten the life of her beautiful little girl. I didn't like the bullshit about not being able to stop. Whenever I saw an ad for nicoteen gum or patches, I would give it to my mom, but she always replied "that's nice honey" and lit up a cigarette a few minutes later.
After a few years of this, I convinced myself that if mom had the choice to stop but didn't, there must be something great about smoking.
Around age 12, I started thinking about smoking myself. I knew that my mom would be upset if she saw me, so one I waited until she was out of the house. I then excitedally picked up her pack of Marlboro Lights, put one in my mouth, and tried to light it. It wouldn't light, and I tried again. It still wouldn't light and I gave up.
The next time my mom lit a cigarette, I watched her. I watched her take the slender, inviting cigarette up to her mouth, and her cheeks as she lit it. This is when I noticed that you have to inhale a little to light the cigarette.
I was so excited I could barely bare it. For some reason, I really wanted to try smoking.
The next time she left, I immediatly grabbed a cigarette, put it to my lips, pulled, and lit it. After it was lit, I nervouslly pulled it out of my mouth. I was afraid, but I told myself you can't get addicted with one. I put it to my mouth again, and took a little drag. The taste was interesting. It tasted not good nor bad. The taste was much better than our house smelled. I finished the cigarette with these little drags and put it out. Even thought it didn't taste great, I wanted to try again. I smoked my next cigarette mostly the same way, and was proud of myself for not coughing.
Because I was curious if I was "doing it right," I looked online and found that you have to inhale. I tried doing this by taking a really hard drag, and couldn't stop coughing. I wanted to continue, I was excited by smoking, and lit up another one. I coughed my way through it, but not as much.
Wooh, that's alot! I'll finish my story up later, thanks!
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