I remember like it was yesterday! I was 4 years old and my brothers and I decided to take a pack off my Mother's coffee table and ... "YUK! Are you sure this is supposed to taste good? That's disgusting! PHEWIE!" "Oh no," said my brother Ross,"you're just not doing it right! you supposed to suck it into your tummy and let it come pouring out your nose! Don't keep it in your mouth! EVERYBODY knows that!" Oh My Goodness! I pretended to enjoy that awful junk because I wanted to be like EVERYBODY!
And we, of course, got caught! We didn't know that good ol' Mom being a Nicotine Addict had every single sickerette accounted for! Her solution, you ask? She made us smoke the rest of the pack - or as much as we could before we wretched and coughed our little lungs out! I wonder what ever made her think that would work?
So what's your story? Why did you pick up that first coffin nail?
