The first time I smoked weed
I grew up in a conservative Christian family. Drugs are bad, no sex before marriage, church on Sundays and Wednesday nights, no cursing, respect your elders. I was always the "good kid" mostly because I was too scared to step out of line. I was gullible and naive, a straight A student who spent most of his free time reading or playing video games. I moved around so often, that I was always making new friends, mostly because of the novelty of being the new kid in school. I rarely spent much time with them outside of school. I spent the Summers at my dad's with my two oldest brothers, Mike and Jesse, until they got old enough to not have to visit him any more, around the time I turned 11 or 12. After that, my Summers were mostly spent alone.