When I was a teenager I started smoking cigarettes.
My parents didn’t know, and I worked very hard to keep it a secret. Late at night after everyone was asleep I would slip out my second-floor bedroom window onto the roof. I would lay back, looking up at the stars, and smoke a few cigarettes. My parents were none the wiser! Some thirty years later I find myself doing the same thing, only this time it wasn’t cigarettes. I was staying with my folks for the Christmas holiday, and used the roof when I wanted to smoke some cannabis. My folks had always been stringently anti-cannabis, so even though I was an adult I wanted to respect their wishes about smoking in the house. That said I wasn’t about to stop smoking cannabis, so I thought the roof was a good compromise. One night as I sat there smoking some Blue Dream I was startled when my Dad stuck his head out the window. He told me to stop being an idiot and smoke my cannabis inside where it was safe. When I was younger my folks were against cannabis, but now that they were retired it turns out they both had prescriptions for medical marijuana. My parents were smoking better cannabis than I was! That was the first time in my life I ever smoked marijuana with my parents, and it was fun, but also a little weird. It wound up being an amazing Christmas holiday, because thanks to cannabis I got to see my parents in a different light.