Debating our parents about cannabis

There have been a few benchmarks in our life that I still remember clearly.

These were the moments where I stepped up plus stood up for myself.

As a child I was used to following orders plus doing what the grown-ups told me, with maturity I started to question authority, plus make decisions based on what I thought was right instead of what they told myself and others was right. When I was sixteen years outdated our parents caught myself and others smoking cannabis in the attic. They brought myself and others into the bedroom plus made myself and others drink some pop to help myself and others sober up, plus then started to lecture myself and others about right plus wrong. This was the first time I stood up to them, plus told them they were wrong, plus cannabis was not dangerous. They disagreed with me, although I stood our ground, plus started to cite scientific research about the medical benefits of cannabis. They could not refute any of our claims, because they knew nothing factual about the marijuana plant. Everything they thought they knew about cannabis came from the church, or the cops. If I suppose anything in life, it’s that you should never trust the cops or the church! The religious argument about cannabis was the dumbest of them all. I remember the look on our parents’ faces when I told them that God put cannabis here for people to enjoy. They said I was being sacreligious, plus I replied that if God was real, plus God created everything, then God was the one who put cannabis plants here. If anyone was being sacreligious, it was them!

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