The First Time I Got High
"The first time I got stoned, I was 18, at a party in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, when a friend came in with someone & lit a joint, I got very high & had to drive home to my house in Flatbush. While driving I said to my friend that my head was on the floor & I couldn't see the road. We both started to laugh, I almost had an accident. Now at 70 & after 685 rock shows I still get stoned every day. I wish all of you happy highs. Jeff"
Jim the Wilks
"I'm a soon to be 69 years old man (August 21st) and I have been getting high for over 50 years. The first time was when I was in the Air Force in 1964, in Upper Michigan. I am pretty well convinced that weed is the secret to my health and happiness, as I take no prescription drugs, have never been hospitalized, don't exercise regularly, eat whatever I want, but still feel great. Cannabis: It's the food of the Gods! Peace, Jim"
"It was in Chihuahua, Mex., with the best friends I ever had. My brother had it before and was telling me how he can hear the music in an extraordinary way, better than stereo. We were young, I was 24 years old, I really wanted to test this so I can hear my music on stereo, jajaja. At this time I had this old record player that just had one speaker, so every thing was in mono. I went to find my brother with his buddies on the medicine school. And they welcomed me just because my brother was on the same class. We drove this old car, an Impala 1972 or something, and suddenly the car became a nice limousine, jajaja, the music was extra-sensorial, I promised myself never leave this because it makes me more creative. Now I'm 57 and I had never regretted smoking. Probably I'm going to do it until the good lord asks me to go and have another kind of trip. Amen."
"The First Time HE Got High. Here, my husband may distinguish himself in 2 ways: 1. He doesn't have a clear memory of the first time he got high. 2. He said it was sometime after he dropped acid. (So much for pot being a "gateway" drug!)
"The first time I smoked weed was in the American University dorm, Washington, DC, circa 1980. I did a couple of bong hits with a group of freshmen like myself (sorry, 'freshpeople'?) and then suddenly I was in a completely different dorm room and I had no idea how I had gotten there. All I remember is that the guy who lived in the dorm room had a huge halo of blond curls, and he also seemed confused. But I went on to enjoy the lovely cannabis for the next...35 years!"
"Matthew Arias 38, UTI was 21 years young, the preacher's son. I had never tasted alcohol, it was honestly my first party. Some of the "cool" kids were rolling a blunt and invited me to partake. They didn't really pressure me, but I definitely didn't want to seem square. Once I got the inhalation process down, after many laughs from the guys, I felt instant euphoria. It kind of frightened me, after all, drugs are bad, they kill, right?
"It was the early 70's and I was a senior in high school who had recently gone to a college orientation meeting in my hometown. At this orientation I was raped by a stranger and suddenly found myself with a large case of PTSD. I didn't tell anyone what had happened.
"I can't even remember how old I was. I think I was in the 5th grade. I was with a friend who was a couple of years older. We went to another house; a friend of his that was even a year older than him. But I knew his younger brother who was my age.He took out a piece of hash. He didn''t use a pipe. He had a an old school desk eraser, stuck a pin in it and stuck the hash on the other end of the pin. He lit it and put a glass beer mug over it. It started to fill with smoke.I had no idea what I was doing. I was told to go first. So lifted the mug up completely. They both got excited as I was letting all the smoke out. One of them showed me how to do it; to just life a small edge, put your face down on the desk and breath it in through your mouth.I took two hits. And then, well I was in the 5th or 6th grade (and I'm 51 now) so I don't remember exactly. I was relaxed. We went outside, layeon the ground and stared at the night sky. Next think I recall is that I wanted something to eat. And that's it. Not a funny or exciting story. But there it is. My first."
"I live in Colorado. I'm a federal employee now, so I still cannot enjoy the use of weed, much as I'd like to. When I was younger, of course, weed wasn't legal. My parents divorced when I was two; both remarried. Both also smoked weed, but married someone who did not. Both also thought the kids in the house didn't know. My older brother and I used to go fishing in the mountains a lot- he was in college and He smoked weed. I was 14 years old, and I could tell how he went from being high-strung to highly relaxed by hitting his pipe. One day, just before we put our lines in the water and he was toking up, I asked him if I could have some. He was my stepbrother, and he and my father frequently got into serious arguments that resulted in semi-lasting hostility (not physical, just staying pissed at each other), so my brother, being responsible and reticent to come under fire from my dad said, "No way! There's no WAY I'm giving you your first smoke of weed! Your dad would kill me!" I didn't push it.
"Growing up in the foothills of West Virginia, I was a little slow to embrace the idea of smoking pot. I wanted to smoke cigarettes, as all of my friends and relatives smoked. Mom and Dad kept the house fogged up with cig smoke and I had asthma. I was determined to be a part of the crowd, but to be honest that's all it was about. I choked and coughed and generally hated the whole process. But hey I was cool!
"How i remember it well, my sister and her boyfriend were in the basement getting high, my cousin and i were watching them from the basement window. We decided to join them ! It was 1970, Ray...my sister's boyfriend just came home from Vietnam...he smuggled back some pot in a tooth paste tub...we had to learn to roll before we could smoke...strawberry & chocolate rolling papers...once we mastered the rolling we smoked a couple of joints...We went up stairs to the kitchen and started eating leftover fried chicken and anything else we could find and the whole time we kept saying: Are you high ? I don't think i am high ? between the giggles and munching we were very high! That the summer of 1970, i was 12 yrs old...and i have never stopped. Peace, hippiejane...Lincoln, Ne."
"I am 42 years old and the first time I got high I was 12 years old with my best friend in the woods and we laughed and laughed for hours, so much that my bff peed in her pants!
"Like the other posts here, I had the same experience with pot. I smoked about 3 times with my cousin. I knew about pot but never smoked it and I was willing.. It wasn't till a friend that lived with us she was in her early 20's and she asked me if I wanted to smoke some so I said OK.. Telling her I've done it before and nothing had happened.. I remember laying on the bedroom floor in my room and i felt buzzy and tingly, feeling really nice and mellow, but I would not shut up.. I talked and talked and giggled.. I was great..
"It was 1965 and my friend's older sister was a freshman at Antioch, a VERY progressive college. She was home on break and asked us if we wanted to try marijuana. We all said yes and lit up. After a few puffs, I asked her "How do you know when you're high?" Her immediate response was "when you look down at your feet and they're funny, you're high."
"The first time I got high...Summer of 1968. I had joined the Army 10 days out of high school and was home on leave before I went to Vietnam. A friend of mine who was also on leave and I were at McDonald's just sitting in my car talking when he pulled out a joint. I was a product of our government's propaganda campaign on pot and my friend took considerable time to convince me I would not want to rape or kill my sister! So I took a few tokes and we talked more and I soon found myself laughing out of control so much that my face hurt. My first encounter with mari,juana revealed a world absolutely full of ironic humor! The ability to laugh and find humor in the darkest of times was a gift that stuck with me and helped guide me through the war.
"The first time i got high i was at a pizza shop sitting in the passenger seat of my cousin's car when some of our other friends pulled up and started talking. Then a guy pulled out a joint and asked if we wanted some. Everybody else said no, but i said yes. I was taking the biggest hits i could take, passing back and forth. In 5 mins it was done. It took about another 5 mins then it hit me. Stuff started to go slow. He hopped in with us then we went driving around. The music sounded better, then all of a sudden i started laughing. Every thing was funny. It was probably 30 mns before they noticed cause the music was loud. Then they started laughing. Wecould not stop. People driving next to us were like what the @#/%^?
"I'm Mike and the first time I smoke was 1995 in Tempe, AZ and I was 15. I had already tried alcohol and I liked weed much better. I smoked with a buddy in his truck after auto shop. It was 2nd period and I had no idea what it was about to do. Needless to say, I was WAY MORE engaged in school that day. I thought everyone in the school was nice that day and basketball practice was a breeze. He had some eye redness that may have given me away. Nobody ever dropped a dime on me. It was one of best discovories of my life."
"The first time I got high, I was about 13 and at a friend of mine's aunt's house. Who, by the way, said she would rather us do it at home versus being in the street -- I guess so she could monitor us. But it was cool, that first feeling was so awesome. Every weekend I made it a point to go to her house. Whether with my friend or not.
"The first time I got high I was fifteen years old and eager to cast behind me my shy good-Catholic-girl self and embrace the Age of Aquarius full-on. There we were in the bare upstairs room with its scatter of sleeping mattresses likewise bare, the candles flickering, the incense powerful, and of course the long-haired boys. Radio tuned to the rock station.
"The first time I got high was back in 1970. My first husband went to medical school in Guadalajara, Mexico. I wanted to try pot so badly. I thought I would see bright lights and music would be kind of psychedelic. It was nothing like that. I asked the person who turned me on to pot if I could purchase some and he sold us a big brick for $25. About two days later I heard on Mexican radio that a few Americans were arrested for possession in Mexico City and I freaked out. I ended up flushing the whole brick down the toilet."
"I suppose my most etched-in memory began with my cousin Kate in Greece. We smoke together with some guys and Kate starts giggling and acting all weird. Later, Kate said that she was floating on the ceiling and she heard a little voice from below (mine) saying, crankily, "You're all faking it!" Nothing happened to me then or many times afterward.
"I was 14 the first time I smoked pot. I had been looking forward to trying it for a while, probably since the age of 12. But at that age, opportunities can be more limited. It was in the Fall and I was away from home visiting a summer camp friend at her home in New Jersey. I hadn't had that many sleep-overs at friends' houses and this was to be a first for a number of things. This included: first time for ironing my hair (quite literally, with a regular clothes iron, towel and ironing board!), first kiss by a boy (who I really didn't know and afterwards, didn't much care to), first (and thankfully, only) time getting flashed by a pervert in a convertible, first (and proudly, only) time I ever shop-lifted. (Regretfully, that, I did join in as a response to peer-pressure.)
"I remember the first time i got high as a very liberating experience. I have always been a high strung person, particularly so in my teens. I was around 16 and living in the small town of Dequincy, Louisiana. Really nothing to do but either attend church or cheer for the local sports team..... i was into neither. My anxiety at the time was so bad that i could have easily been diagnosed with agoraphobia. My cousin had convinced me to leave my house and come over to hang out. He had already been smoking for a few years at this point and convinced me to try it. As i exhaled my hit I was very skeptical but then i felt it rushing up the back of my neck and it was as if years of tension and worry melted off of my shoulders. I remember laughing at the relaxation and wondering, "Is this how everyone else feels all of the time??" After about an hour I (of all people) actually suggested we walk through crowded streets to go see a movie! It may not seem like much to some people but for me it may as well have been suggesting we go fight crime. I love marijuana. It has helped me in more ways than one in life. Sorry for the long winded post. Mars, Beaumont Tx"
"My first experience was after a fraternity party during my last year in college. An old friend turned me on but I didn't feel anything, and decided that I'll just continue to drink beer, because I didn't see what all the noise about smoking was all about. About 6 months later, I had the opportunity to meet an author who lived in NYC and had a connection in Harlem. He turned me on to the regular Mexican and for the first time I got to experience what all the hoopla was about. That was just the beginning. I am in the process of finishing a trilogy about that and the following experiences. The first book "RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE, Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll is available on Amazon or through Rocket Science Productions.BOOK II is about to be published Jan 2016.Titled LOYALTY ABOVE ALL ELSE, The TRUTH, Living beyond the Lies. www.genebrignola.com"
"The First time I got high.....Oh man do I remember that... I was 16 at a friend's house with my uncle, my brother and 2 other friends. We were a little group that hung out together non stop. We went down in the woods with my best friends and his older brother (the hook up) and found an old abandoned shed,(similar to the shed in the Jason movies) and we rolled it up on a ripped up bar stool and began to partake. Trembling with fear, I grabbed the Jizzy with my shaking hands and started to partake. I inhaled, held it, then choked until I was purple. Once I came to, the BIGGEST RAT EVER ran across the dilapidated rafters and it scared the shit out of all of us.
"The first time I got high. I was going to an art college in Oakland, California. Freshman year and being a nice Catholic boy I was dead set against smoking weed. One evening after a few cheap beers my roommate brought out a joint and as was said in Platoon the worm had definitely turned for me. Like most, the first time was a non event. I wondered what all the fuss was about. The second time made all the difference in my life. I had never felt so good or energized. I couldn't keep still, thought everyone was looking at me and KNEW I was stoned and then slept like the dead. That was in 1968 and I have been smoking ever since. Smoked with my granddaughter a few years ago. That was different/weird as she and I both commented on it at the same time. Needless to say we couldn't stop laughing and coughing for a while."
Too stoned in Texas
"The first time I got high I was 14 & my older cousin asked me if I was groovy lol. This was 1966 and I wasn't sure what she meant, but wanting to impress her I said yes. She pulled a joint out of her purse, lit it and passed it to me.I didn't know how to even inhale and immediately started coughing. 51 years later and I'm still smoking and loving it"
"My parents got high. Only at night, after my younger brother had gone to sleep, and they had rules of their own making, especially never driving while high. I don't know who was more excited when I got my drivers license, me or them. My step-dad used to have me go to the local convenience store to buy candy bars if they got the munchies.....I never minded because I always got a candy bar too for my trouble...lol My mom had been a bartender for years, but neither she nor my step-dad were much for drinking. They always said if I ever wanted to try anything to come to them, that way I could try anything at home and they could watch out for me. They stressed that if I were with friends and had a bad reaction to anything that my friends might freak out and not get medical attention if it was needed. My mother also stressed that she would prefer I wait until I was older or out of school preferably, they did not want it to affect my grades. I remember her telling me if I was going to hang out with friends or to a party that if I had my choice between drinking or doing drugs, to smoke pot.
"i was about 10-12 years old. my cousins and i asked an older cousin for a cigarette and i ended up with a joint by mistake. it was pall mall cigarettes and my older cousin forgot he had it in his pack. i was born in 1962 and i kept smoking ever since that day even though i did not feel it the first time. then about a week later some friends of mine invited me to go under a bridge by our school. it was after school and that was the first time i felt it. it was amazing. i was put on ritalin at the time for my adhd and did not like it. it made my body energy low, but made my mind speed. marijuana was lot better for my adhd. it might have slowed down my mind for the first 15-30 minutes, but after that i was ok. i got a's and b's through school so it had no effect on my grades. my senior year i quit school and joined the army in 1979. i was 17. i smoked when i could while i was in there. now i will jump ahead 11 years after i got out of the army. i worked for a university as a grounds keeper and injured my back. i have never had that much pain in my life and pot helped a lot for the pain. this was in 1989. i kept working, but the pain got worse so i decided to go to school at the same university i got injured at. i was 30 at this time. i went to school stoned every time my first semester and got all B's. not bad for someone who has not been to school for 13 years. i went for 3 more semesters and finallly had to withdraw from school from extreme back pain. went back to work for 4 yrs later at Ivy tech for 2 semesters and had to withdraw again from back pain. i was still stoned every day and still got A's and B's. i finally had to get on SSi for my back and if it was not for pot, i would not be able to do things. i am now 53 yrs old and my wife got cancer sept. 2014. i get her edibles and some weed to help her pain and help her eat. After christmas we are going to get a vaporizer and oil to help her pain, because she has a little bit of cancer in her lung noids and i do not want to put smoke into her lungs. i have had a wonderful life and pot made it even better."
"I grew up in a nice middle class home. I mean my brother voted for Nixon. After 4 years of a college prep high school I headed to Oakland, Ca., and an art school. My roommate helped change my life. After a few beers that an older guy bought us, someone pulled out a joint and he shared it with us. I didn't understand what all the hoopla was about. The second time I got high the light bulb got turned on and my reality shifted a few degrees. I've been smoking ever since and prefer it to alcohol. The gateway drug argument is nothing but scare tactics. I'd move to Colorado but it is too cold for my old ass. -- Jimbob, Chipley, Fl."
"The first time I got high, it was in the dorms of SMSU in Marshall, MN. I was a sophmore in college during the early 1980s. A friend from high school that I had roomed with the previous year had some friends in his dorm room, and we were tossing back a few beers. He then asked if we wanted to try some weed. Growing up in a small, rural Minnesota town, I had never been exposed to it before, but was curious about trying it. I had grown up listening to my sister's Cheech & Chong albums, rolling on the floor with laughter as I listened to them over and over. Naturally since most of their skits are related to smoking weed, I had mentally been exposed and was curious.
"I am now 85 and a retired elementary schoolteacher. When I was 50 I was teaching in Phoenix with teachers in their 30s, all of whom smoked pot. One night I joined them at one of the girl's house with the express purse of trying it. It was simply a wonderful, hilarious night. I loved every minute of it and learned what the word "munchies" really meant.
"Matthew Arias 38, UTrnI was 21 years young, the preachers son. I had never tasted alcohol, it was honestly my first party. Some of the "cool" kids were rolling a blunt, and invited me to partake. They didn't really pressure me, but I definitely didn't want to seem square. Once I got the inhalation process down, after many laughs from the guys, I felt instant euphoria. It kind of frightened me, after all, drugs are bad they kill, right? I learned that night, this herb is a powerful tool. Ive used it for nearly twenty years since, I am successful, not only in monetary fashion, but more importantly in my soul. It allows me to self reflect, to a degree that I cannot relate. Never been jailed, homeless, or broke because of it. But tgen again, I am Caucasian. The police never question me like they do my tan friends."
"I cannot recall the first time with total certainty. The first time I can indisputably recall was a dance at the Rec Hall where I worked right after high school graduation. We set up and tore down the chairs and stages for events. This event was a dance. I was invited to go outside and fire one up with some fellow workers. When we went back in people were dancing to the Beatles, songs from the White Album. That album for me is like Proust's petite Madeleines. It was 1969, I was high and everything seemed possible in a world still unfolding. I am 64 now and smoke a hit or two nearly every day.....in a world still unfolding."
"I actually smoked pot many times over a few years before i ever got high. The first time i smoked there were 7 guys with one joint so of course all we did was taste it. I was 13 years old it was 1958 and for the next few years it seemed to always be too many people sharing too little weed. Fast forward to 1963 or 64. i was 18 or 19 hanging out at the beach with a new friend who asked me if i got high i of course said i had smoked but never felt anything wherein we started to smoke on a lid (ounce) that was on the table in a baggy. About 2 hours later the weed was gone i said i still didnt feel anything. they suggested we go for a walk on the beach since the sun was just coming up. needless to say that day i did get stoned or high (walked on the beach for about 5 hours) and i have attempted to do so every day since that day. i am now 70 years old and have been blazing since 5 am christmas eve morning, eaten 100mg, of medical cannabis, glazed pecans and plan on consuming another 100mg later in the day. my 20 year old self would have loved to have the weed we have now. my early weed experiences were enhanced by over 400 seperate trips on LSD, uncounted shrooms, quite a few peyote buttons. most of those trips were prior to 1980. but my primary form of recreational intoxication comes from daily weed use. i rarely drink alcohol except sometimes a cold beer with a good burger. so all that to say all hail to the life giving plant consumed and used by countless civilizations and cultures throughout history. -- Larry, San Bernardino"
"I have been smoking for 25 years, I do it because it relaxes me. I am type A personality and things can get out of control quickly with traffic, kids, work, relationship and everything else thrown at us daily. I have been respectful to others and have never had any issues. I think it is much better than alcohol, I would even rather my kids smoke than drink. I know I have a lot of friends from the past that are no longer here because of alcohol, but I have never lost anyone because of smoking pot."
"18 years old. I was almost done with high school. All I had left was a few months of schoolso I figured "why not?" Earlier in my high school years I was somewhat of a prude when it came to marijuana and drinking. Towards the end, I became a little more relaxed about it. Growing up my parents were pretty liberal and I recall having found my dad's secret stash in the garage. Both of my parents had their s**t together so I knew trying it wouldn't make me the "loser" that we were warned about when I was younger. So I tried. Out of a bong. It had a gecko on it. We were parked by a lake. I was in my boyfriend's Honda Civic. Laguna Lake. Nice little park in Fullerton, CA. After my first hit off of it, I choked.. .hard. Then I felt nothing. Then all of the sudden I felt like lava was coming out of my ears, something I foolishly said out loud. And then I had this sense of euphoria. And hunger. And laughter. It was awesome. We went to the movie theatre and saw Pearl Harbor, of all movies to see while in that state of mind. Everything was vibrant. Food tasted better. I felt the most relaxed I have ever felt."
"The first time I smoked marijuana I didn't feel anything and decided I'd continue to drink beer and not bother with anything else. Then less then a year later, after meeting a 55 year old author, I was surprised at the experience of smoking a (high grade at the time) joint, and that started something in my life I never would have expected. I've written a novel "RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE", Sex Drugs, Rock and Roll, about the Hippie Counter Culture and the rolerecreational drugs, music and sex played in the 60"s. www.genebrignola.com "
"The first time I got high I was 14 years old. It was the summer between 8th grade and freshman year and my 15-year-old sister was babysitting for a family of 3 children whose parents had gone to Europe for 3 weeks. I remember we passed around a joint and at first I didn't feel anything and I was worried that I would be the one person alive who was impervious to the effects of marijuana. And then I started talking, and I couldn't complete an entire sentence because I was laughing so hard. I was trying to say,"I don't think I can get high even though I feel like a kite.""
"I was a senior in high school and wanted to vape before smoking. So my friend takes me over to his car during snack at school and hands me this weed oil vaporizer. I take one 8 second hit (cause it turns off after 8 seconds) and he does too and we go to class. Unfortunately I had to take a physics test, but fortunately I did not feel the effects. So at lunch I take another hit then walk over to a pizza place. It's like a 10 minute walk and I sit down. Then BOOM it hits me. I walked back for my last class and was so baked I felt like I was in a dream. Then in class the wood grain on the desks starting moving and I just slept. When I got out I said I didn't feel good and starting sweating and felt really hot so a friend sat with me under a tree. Under the tree, my vision started to go black and my hearing got real muffled for a few minutes. Finally I called my mom to pick me up from school and told her I wasn't feeling good. When I got home I went right to sleep. -- Bob, Los Angeles, CA"
"Well, the first time I got high I was 17 years old. I was staying with my older sister (25) and she said take this! It was a small pill and trusting her completely, I swallowed it down. She told me it was acid. Then she rolled up a joint and we started smoking. I already was smoking cigarettes at the time (trying to look cool as I never really liked it) so the transition was pretty easy. She told me to hold it in so I did. As we were smoking, I told her that there was one drug I was never going to do and that was LSD!!! She said sorry but you just took some!! lol. I was very green about things, as you can see! So unfortunately, my first high I really can\'t remember because I was so messed up on acid! But since then, I have been a lifetime daily smoker (45 years daily). No cigarettes as I quit them because they did NOT get me high and I thought what is the point!!"
"The first time I got high, I think I was 17. Unlike everyone else, I didn't smoke pot. Me and my friend from school decided to do space cakes to sell in the city of my country to make some extra cash. It was our first time, cna we didnt know what amount would be enough so we bought 30 dollars' worth, which was more than enough in my country. My friend decided to do the cakes without me but later that day I came over, and he offered me a few slices. Unfortunately, I had two slices and not one lol.
"My name is JB in Virginia. Let's start by saying the worst thing I had ever done was beer. I had always wanted to be a police officer and did not want any connections to drugs. I never even tried to smoke a joint or even a cigarette for that matter when I was a youngster. I always thought how gross or dirty it was to do either. I didn't even drink beer until I was 18.
"Frank and I were 14, and he was a horrible influence on me. The only good thing that came from our friendship was learning to smoke pot. We had to hound the neighborhood pot dealer in Butte Montana to sell us some. He felt we were too young but eventually he gave in. The first time we smoked, nothing happened so we thought we had been ripped off. We spoke to the dealer and he said to try again. This time we decided to go to the mall. Outside the mall we smoked a couple bowls, assuming we were immune to weed. When we walked into the mall, we were behind this really old guy, probably pushing 90. He farted with every step. This was hands down the funniest thing Frank and I had ever experienced so we spent about the next half hour, laying on the floor of the mall, laughing our asses off. Hooked for life."
"I was 25 years old...mother of 2, and the last thing I thought I'd do is "get high"! My girlfriend was visiting and my day was full of chaos! As I came out from changing the baby, washing hands and face of a toddler and collecting laundry, she handed me a lit joint. "Here, you need this!" she said. I smoked cigarettes then, so I thought nothing of it, until I took a puff. Oh, Lordy!
"I first started smoking weed at school aged 17 in the UK. My friend and I thought we should try it, and so we did. It was great! The feeling was euphoric, almost like our senses were being amplified, and I have been smoking it ever since. I am one of the lucky ones to have never been caught. However, society has its way of indoctrinating the against the use of cannabis and punishing those who would rather sit back and roll up rather than neck half a bottle of whisky."
"The first time I tried it with my brother he scored some stuff from a dealer then took it to home and showed me and told me that tonight we bought will smoke this one out then he crush it made a joint then we both went to a small temple in our area smoked the 18 centimetered joint and then came back to our room and he told me to sat down in the bed i sat then he told me that he will teach me how to trip he told me to look towards the lighting cfl bulb then after watching that movementlesslyfor 5 minutes everything was just flying and i was flying too that was a amazing feeling. Right now during typing this post i am high i always get high everyday.I wanna be a rapper. I wish i could get a chance."
"Hi, the first time I got 'high' I was approx 16.5, it was on the bus on the way home from college. I felt fine to start with, I'd only had a few puffs but then it hit me, so to speak. My head ended up glued to the window where I was sitting, even when the bus driver came upstairs,enquiring about the smell, I couldn't move!. Then, the sickness hit! I had on black suede boots and tight black jeans, well, next thing I was heaving and most of it landed down my leg and in my boot! Urgh! I was really white...haha, hence 'whitey.' My friend had to get me off the bus, she took me over the road to the phone box...yes, no mobiles in those days :)....I called my dad to pick me up and he did, I just told him I was ill...I was the last person you'd expect to smoke weed. Anyway, we got back to his yard and discovered I had left my college folders in the phone box! So, we had to drive back. His gf at the time took one look at me, hauled me into my room and asked me what I'd been smoking!
"I first smoked marijuana in 1968 when I was a sophomore in medical school at the University of Michigan. I smoked with 2 classmates, one of whom had smoked before. After a few tokes, I asked her, "How can you tell if you're stoned?" She said to pass my hand in front of my face, and if it seemed to be going really slowly, it was working. After several tries, we were all laughing hysterically. We were instantly bonded."
"Deric in Clear Lake Iowa. 1965. I was with this girl at a drive in restaurant. Some of her friends who were right on top of things at the time had just gotten back from Haight Ashbury in their VW microbus. I wanted to try some grass so she went over and got two j's for fifty cents. We walked down to some out of the way picnic tables and lit up. I remember having the most incredible thirst. Then later driving the ten miles home it felt like I was going the normal 55 mph but looking at the speedo it said about 35. Then when I laiy down for bed I shut my eyes and saw this incredible patte of luminous pastel balls of light. Trippy! It was very exciting."
"So.. . I am currently living in Australia for school. I'm not an actual Aussie -- I come from a place where smoking weed is illegal. i won't tell my full name for those reasons haha. So, i started to smoke pot last July and keep smoking every day. I am 25 years old with full responsibility for myself. Anyway, smoking weed changed my life. I was depressed cause I broke up with my ex (but we've starting meeting again -- yay!) so i could not study efficiently. One of my friends took me to the pot party and asked me to join in. That night I was realized smoking pot gave me lots of fun and killed all those bad moods. so I've smoked every night before falling asleep. Thanks for our wonderful herb!"
"Well....To start with i will say i got de-FLOWERED late, i mean really late....was in my mid 20's, when it happened, a friend happened to visit for a couple of days, always knew he was a user, he brought quite a handful and i decided to taste the bud! I cooked it up and mixed it with chocolate,...1st i felt i was riding a roller coaster upside down, then all of a sudden i was doing things too fast for time to catch up.....best feeling ever, after that not much of a problem! it was awesome!!! awesome!!!"
"The first time the sweet curl of emerald bud smoke touched my lips of ingenuity I was 16 years old, living in a rural town on the coast of North Carolina. I was with my high school sweet, and his best buds were visiting town. It was the first time I was meeting them, so excited. It was a Wednesday night and we went over to one of the other boy's girlfriend's house. I knew what was coming because my then boyfriend had informed me of tonight's activities, he even begged me not to partake in such endeavors, but I couldn't make that promise to him.
"The first time I got high, I was seventeen, very drunk, and couldn't lie down because the room was spinning. My 14 year old niece, who I was spending the night with, gave me a joint and promised that I would feel better shortly. Of course I fell asleep almost immediately and woke up the next day not only feeling wonderful but armed with a new and lifelong cure for future hangovers. Simply smoke a little weed before going to bed. It was a few months later, in a dorm room in NYC, that I experienced weed fully awake and on its own, without booze. And I've been an every day smoker ever since. -- Edwina"
"The first time I got high was with friends back in 1967. The very first time I tried it nothing seemed to happen, it had no effect on me at all. My friends said "will smoke a joint a little later." A few hours later I smoked maybe a half joint by myself. I did get high and I also had a very bad stomach to the point where I had to get out of the car I was riding in and expel what was in my stomach (puke). Not the most glamorous way to be introduced to marijuana.
"Although I knew a lot of my friends were 'closet smokers' in high school, I can honestly say I never tried it until after high school. First time not so memorable, couldn't grasp what the big deal was! I since have been a toker for over 35 years. I didn't do hard drugs, hurt, or steal from someone just to get it. I too stopped while pregnant, never smoked while at work or before going to work (though my first husband did)and never before or while driving. Smoke responsibly! Hamlin, NY"
"Summer of 82, I had been ditching high school because I found it extremely boring. My newly acquired friend who shared the name of an assassinated president in the early 60's, had found ourselves wandering the grounds of the University. We sat in the grass by the duckpond for a bit and he produced a joint and lit up. When he passed it to me I remember the excitement of a newfound taboo...
"The first time I got high I was about 13. My friend who was a year older found us a joint and we smoked it. I distinctly remember getting the complete laughing fit and rolling back and forth on the grass laughing crazily with joy.Soon after that I smoked with my parents who hoped I'd try it with them and then never want to do it again. My dad pointed out that a straight drag on his Lucky Strike unfiltered was a lot more potent. Fortuanetly for me and my lungs I chose the herb over the tobacco! I've been smoking for 45 years. Durban, Ashland OR."
"My first semester of college in 1971, I wrote an essay for a writing class on the reasons why I would never smoke marijuana mostly because I abhorred growing up with parents who smoked cigarettes. By my second semester a friend convinced me to try marijuana baked in brownies. I remember driving to a moonlit, snow-covered frozen lake at night and "tripping out" on the glittering beauty of the world. Unfortunately, smoking pot after that seemed less bedazzling, but then it was less potent back then as well.
"I am now in West Africa, but when I first smoked weed I was in Billings, MT. and it was 1967, and I was 17....yes, it was a really good year with the Summer of Love, Sgt. Pepper's, and the newly discovered leafy-green!!! Back then, though, the first I ever tried was mostly tobacco/seeds/stems...it was real rubbish, but as I progressed, along with my friends, the quality got better and better; I think that was because of the demand getting bigger?
"The first time i got high i was a sophomore at quiet little shaker heights high school. I was out with my boyfriend Julian when he offered to roll a joint and spark it up. After we smoked it I honestly tell you that I thought it had no effect on me, that was until he put Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen and i started to have my own little air guitar band going. Later on, we stopped at a McDonalds and i proceeded to order two 10 piece chicken nuggets and a vanilla soft serve cone for a whopping 49 cents.
"I was a junior in high school when I smoked for the first time. Was completely awkward at the time, not knowing how to talk to anyone, especially girls. The day of, I attempted to ask a girl out for the first time. What was the most upsetting part about it wasn't that I got rejected, but rather the fact that she started crying because she felt that bad about rejecting me in the first place.
"I was in the Air Force, stationed at Clark AF Base in the the Philippines in 1967. I used to go into town to buy Benzedrine or "bennies" at the local pharmacy, so we could party all night and still work the next day. I would share them with friends. George, one of my friends working in a Mobile Communications Squadron, who used to fly to Thailand on military transports, reciprocated with some Thai weed in square flat packages wrapped in local newspaper and tied up in bamboo strips. I was living off base at the time with three or four other Airman friends in a rented house.
"The first time was 1966 in Riverside, CT (near Greenwich) in lily white suburbia. Middle class hood, which now would be home of the “1%” as far as 2015 real estate values where my parents’ house was located. In 7th grade, five years before that first puff, my parents had given me a small room in the basement as my boy cave, and friends would come over to play on a 1952 double flipper Gottlieb Globetrotter pinball machine. I bent all the “tilt” mechanisms so it was REALLY fun…imagine that pinball scene in “Bad Santa” to get what the body language was about…even though we were pre-pubescent male dorky kids, there must have been a sexual edge to working that machine….(check out “You Gotta Thrust” on Youtube.)That machine kept friends coming back.
"I was a very angry 19 yr old, got into a fight with some drunken guy in a club on a Friday night in Hillbrow, Johannesburg. (Actually I was kneeling on his chest and punching the hell out of him). He made the mistake of pinching my bottom as I walked out of the bathroom. I heard my girlfriend shouting 'Stop, let's get out of here, the bouncers are coming!' and we fled.
"The first time I met Mary Jane she was not that well groomed dank sensual mind fuck of today. No, she was dirty brown; she looked as if she had been rolling around on the ground. No well formed nugs here; she was full of stems and seeds. But, she was not my gateway drug -- my cousin had already introduced me to LSD; which is another story all together.
"It was an act of God which led me to my first-ever pot-smoking experience. Seriously.
"The first time I ever smoked weed was with my boyfriend's sister and her brothers. We were driving down Fulton Street in Brooklyn, NY. They offered me some and being as I was just out of high school and living on my own, I tried it. Instant love affair. Been smoking on and off for at least 45 or so years now. I, too, smoke every day, sometimes twice a day. Fortunately I live in a state that has legal medical marijuana so it makes it easier. I have discovered edibles and love them also. I find that edibles take away the knee pain I have had for a while."
"I was 15 and I was raised in a VERY conservative Christian home. My secret boyfriend invited me over to hang out, he handed me this large glass penis-shaped bong and told me to hit it. I was mortified, but I took a small hit and coughed like everyone does. We passed the bong a few more times, he was lit and I couldn't feel anything. SpongeBob was on the T.V. and as I started to watch it, I noticed that Squidward's nose was oddly growing and shrinking. That's when I felt it, like I was a cloud. My boyfriend and I laughed for what seemed like hours, I went home to a surprise get together with my family's friends! I was so scared, but there was a lot of food and that's how I kept myself occupied until everyone left. It's a great memory that I still think back on and laugh about."
"I was kidnapped by a cop's wife in April, 1970 and held for three months. She forced me to smoke hashish. I was an 18-yr. old virgin who didn't smoke, drink or do drugs. I was a recent high school and Sunday school graduate, with perfect attendance pins in Sunday school. I was a successful athlete in training for my final season of American Legion baseball. She made me get high at least once a week. It was the one hour I didn't worry. It was the one bit of pleasure I had those three months. When her sister set me free and told me to run, I vowed never to smoke pot again, even though I had nothing against it and even kind of liked it. I would've kept my vow, perhaps, except she kept me too long. I missed the first semester of college and was drafted into the army, instead of pitching for Duffy Bass at Illinois State in Normal, defending NCAA World Series champs, Division Two. I was forced to smoke in the army by circumstance, and have been a dedicated stoner since then, who came out of the 82nd Airborne saying he would die for his right to smoke pot. ho ho ho"
"In 1972, my grade school sons asked me what i was smoking. I always told them it's my medicine for my asthma. Now that I'm 70 years old, my sons call it "My dad's Medicine." Knock on wood, I'm healthy and no more asthma. It's my real medicine after so many years of smoking! Yea, man. ~~ NYC dad"
"the first time i got high i tripped out on a key and thought it was a key to the house so i locked my 1 year old son in the house... and the key didnt work. so i got panicky and scared so i had to go through the window to get in the house. i was so nervous i thought the police would think i was breaking in someone's home.... but once i got in i calmed down and laughed about it. it was the best high in the world to me... i was 15t at the time.. now I'm 55 and still smoking strong .. . It's all i can handle, I don't drink just smoke pot. thats it for me..."
"I have smoked pot for 45 years. My first time I was 17 and a friend of mine had a college buddy that could get us weed, we were so excited. The weed was in a test tube with a rubber stopper, it was clean , no seeds or stems. Since it was our first time we did not have papers or a pipe or a clue what to do. I remember sitting in my car near a park scared to death we would get caught, back then it was pretty serious if you were caught. Anyway we dumped the tobacco out of a cigarette and stuffed the pot inside and lit that puppy up. In 30 minutes or so we were laughing so hard and felt so alive and free and hungry. Music sounded so much better, all of my senses were on high alert. I could not stop smiling and laughing. We went to a hamburger joint and got 3 burgers each, man they tasted so good. It nice to relive that time. Thanks for the forum."
"Hello. BentoBox here. 42 yo. I started late. In 1994 I was 22. It took some time to understand that new feeling. But in 15 minutes I was doing what my friends called Adidas Torsion effect. I held city park fence with both hands and was running in one spot unable to stop laughing. Needless to say I quit drinking alcohol ever since."
"It was summer in Austin, Texas in 1969. My sister was going to UT, and I was visiting her. I had just graduated from high school a month or so before. We were over at one of her friends' houses, and I was asked if I wanted to smoke a joint with them. Some friends of mine and I had talked about it many times, and had decided we'd try it if the occasion ever presented itself. Well, here was my first chance and of course I said yes.
"Well...there I wuz, fresh out of the Marines in June 1971 and re-enrolled at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. I was a physics major and not doing so well in some of my classes, most notably BAL (Basic Assembly Language) which was a bitch kitty to learn. The day of the final I was going in with a D+ and just KNOWING I was going to fail the final.
"1967, I'm an Army SP4 in Thailand.My buddy says he heard that the Thai guards that guarded the camp all smoked pot. We both wanted to try it. So one evening we found aThai guard and started a conversation with him. After a while we got around to asking him if he would give us a joint. After he figured out what it was we wanted he said with a grin (Oh,guncha!) and pulled out some pot and a piece of newspaper and rolled a small cigar. We found a place to smoke it and went back to our tent where my buddy put on Sargent Pepper for the first time and we crashed listening to it. "
"It was 1996, I was 16, living in western Pennsylvania. I was in tenth grade, a pretty good kid, a little rebellious, and trying to hang with 'cooler' kids (who were actually seen as the 'bad' kids in school, but they were still cool to me). I was petrified - scared silly to smoke weed for the first time. Scared my dad ( a pastor ) would notice and ground me. My younger sister was going to join me. We were so excited. So in preparation for the day, I grabbed my rose colored glasses, mints, perfume, and visine, and ran to the bus stop. My sister and I turned the corner a few blocks before the bus stop and ran into the woods until my dad went to work, then we walked back towards our neighborhood.
"I am Frank and am 63 somewhere in Tx.
"Jim is my name. I am a semi-stoner. During High School I did partake often enough to be considered a stoner. Yes I was high a lot for most of my high school years. Oh Well, It did affect my grades, as in I was not scholastically motivated. Yes, if I could go back - knowing what I know today - I might,,,, do it different,,,,, But I'm not sure about that thought. There are other considerations. It was not a lot of fun, always, but that life was rewarding in a very enlightened way. I saw the pretense that surrounded me in everyday waking consciousness; it was liberating. I had my share of bad experiences - however they were always a result of the consciousness frequency of the moment - and my state of BELIEF - active during that moment. Yes my active belief system always affected my high.
"I was about 14 at the time in Santa Clara CA. I had tried weed several times by then and had felt no effects at all from it. I was invited over to my cousin's place and he was into it big time so had very good weed. I had several big puffs (not expecting much) and I was gone! I don't even think I have been that wasted since! Glad I was in the company of an older family member to get me home safely! What was so great about this was, I was awakened by the sound of a puppy! My dog Angel was having her puppies right next to the head of my bed. She had three sweet babies. It felt like a blessing... what a trip that was!"
"My first time was just before I started college in 1968, I really look back and have such great memories like Woodstock, playing baseball and actually having a scholarship to my college along with friends and just fun times. Unfortunately, these were also bad time in our history like Vietnam, Kent State, Watts Riots and so on. But we didn't smoke to protest or to forget the bad that was happening -- we did it to enhance the things we enjoyed.
"I was 17 years old. Smoked at a friend's house and thought I was just fine. I went to the bathroom to pee. The toilet lid had a rug like cover on it -- backward, so that when sitting, you had a nice backrest. I was fine with it until I flushed and closed the lid. Threw me off completely. I must have stood there for five minutes trying to comprehend the illogical situation with the lid. Then, leaving in my car, I saw a red light three blocks down the street and stopped right where I was. Fortunately, I'm rarely stumped by toilet seats or traffic lights now."
"Scorp59, Bradenton, Florida We always grew up around our mother and her friends smoking during the 70's. I wasn't really that interested in smoking at that time. I believe I tried it once when I was about 15 but didn't get high. I never tried marijuana again until I was dating a man from Erie, PA. I was living in Ashtabula, Ohio, at the time and my boyfriend took me to the movies. As we were driving to the movie theater he produced a fattie. We passed it back and forth and smoked and talked. All of the sudden we see a cop car speeding up the road behind us and gaining on us with his lights flashing. We were on a rural road and were the only car so we both got very nervous and my boyfriend pulled over. The police car screamed passed us. The rest of the night all we could do is look at each other and laugh until our sides were hurting."
"The first time I smoked I was 13 at a friend's house. We took a few hits out of a bong he had made but I didn't really feel much. The first time I got high was the second time I smoked. I was at another friend's house and we had waited until his parents went to sleep. We went into the bathroom and turned the vent on. He packed the same kind of homemade bong and we smoked away. We spent the rest of the night rolling around on his kitchen floor eating pizza and laughing at nothing. The best part, we recorded it all on an old camcorder and found it years later! Nick - Rhode Island"
"I live in Indianapolis. If you have been reading the news recently, you know we are rather conservative. I was 21 before I got high. I was an athlete, I was afraid of DRUGS. After watching many friend smoke and not growing hairy palms and my athletic days behind me, I decided to try it. I was not much of a drinker but I did drink a bit. I really did not like drinking much. I could not feel my lips when I drank, I did not like that. I guess that is silly but that's the story.
"I was 13 when i first smoked weed. Im 46 now and been a daily user ever since. I have four years of law in college, and am a federally licensed aircraft mechanic with above average skills. I consider myself a healthy man 5'5" 140 lbs. I only take vitamins, excersise, eat healthy and smoke bud. I had 3 beautiful healthy kids and 22 yrs of marriage. Now I'm single for 3 yrs."
"T'was the summer of '71, I was 10. On my way to Virginia, to spend the summer with my "Big Brother", we stopped at a Holiday Inn in Pittsburgh, PA where he had a meeting. His real little brother pulled a couple of flat joints out of his wallet and asked if I wanted to get high. Of course I did. Other than opening my receptors to the wonderful weed, the first time didn't really produce any effect other than being giddy and hungry : ). Big bro returned early and we got caught. While we were getting the usual reprimand, Robin Trower's "Bridge of Sighs" album was in the back window of the car warping from the sun. By the time we found it, it was too late. I was gifted the album. With heat and weight, I was able to straighten it out enough to get it to play on a turntable. 44 years later, it is still my favorite album, for many reasons. That was a great day and a great summer, that defined the future. After 44 years of medicating with cannabis, I am ok. I now manage a medical marijuana dispensary and life is good. Who'da thunk! Bud Tender / Rifle, CO"
"My first time was outside the school, by the pay phone, during lunch. At Westwood 9th Grade Annex in Austin Texas there was a pay phone in a secluded area outside by the gym. One of the guys I hung around with had a little stem that looked like a cigarette but was actually a pipe. Walking back into the building and back to the lunchroom was VERY LOUD, and I had a smile that would not fade! MJ-Austin, TX"
"In 1974 my doctor rolled me 10 joints before I started chemo !! I was 28 at the time. I am now 69 and still smoking, when I can get it !!! I live in NC and it is hard to find here..."
"Conyanks! The first time I smoked weed was sitting in my Camaro in front of my home with a friend and he wanted me to drive around and I wouldn't til after we finished the joint. Now this was back in the early 70's. When we finished the joint we started jamming to some of the Who music and my friend said, "Well now let's go cruising," and my response was "No, man, I am starving, the dinner is 2 blocks down, get out of the car I am walking!""
"I was 16 and bought a "lid" behind the dairy queen around 8mi from home. By the time I got home, I was in love. I drove 70mi to share the good news with a cousin who had never tried it before. By midnight, we had cleaned out the fridge, pantry and behind the couch. That was over 40 yrs ago and I have to go now cuz I'm getting hungry again. As good as it ever was."
"I was 16 and bought a"lid" behind the dairy queen around 8mi from home. By the time I got home, I was in love. I drove 70mi to share the good news with a cousin who had never tried it before. By midnight; we had cleaned out the fridge, pantry and behind the couch. That was over 40yrs ago and I have to go now cuz I'm getting hungry again. As good as it ever was."
I Mlopez was 13 when I first smoked some gold hair Acapulco gold Indica. I was playing tag with friends. I remember a time lapse of seconds in between the place I was standing where I was saying "Wasn't I just standing over there?" It was silly!"
"I was in my mid 20's the first time I got high. It was rush. I just sat in my dealer's sofa for like 20 minutes did not move a muscle, just staring into a bliss. I could hear other voices around me but I could not respond to anyone. When I did end up leaving, I went to the store and bought a 2L Pepsi and 2 large bags of potato chips an d 2 chocolate bars.
"September 18, 1983 birthday number 12. I grew up in Oklahoma so the anti-drug propaganda was thick back then in the Bible belt. Anyway, my school mate Brad (rebel) double dog dared me into taking a hit off a joint he prolly copped from his dad. When I choked and gagged at the first hit he showed me the finer points of smoking MaryJane.
"My name is Andrea. The first time I got high was when I was a sophomore in high school. I had wanted to smoke for a long time, but I had no access. My brother finally said that I could smoke with him. We smoked in his room in the basement with his friend. They both got high, but I didn't feel a thing. They were both high and laughing at the tv. I was very jealous. And when I finally got high the next weekend I began to laugh at the tv as well."
"When I was 9 or 10 I lived a short distance from cherry orchards and every spring my peer group, Mexican friends' moms and pops, would arrive to pick cherries. When the sun would start to go down, a couple of grandmas would reach corncob pipes into a bag. When the pipes were over topped they would light them and pass them to one of us kids. I do not remember getting high, rather, bonk, I was sleeping.
"It was in the summer between juniorr and senior year of high school. They had a thing called a zilch. Ya got stoned, lay down on the floor around a tin of water. Above was a light fixture that was used to attach a hanger. From the hanger was hung a tied in knots bread wrapper chain. Then they lit it on fire. so from the perspective of the floor this ball of fire was coming in your eyes but landed (safely) in the water. We hoped the time i played nobody would get hurt. It was cool but stupid -- we are young only once! "
"Believe it or not, the first time I got high was with my mother in 1969! I was 15 at the time. My mother was cleaning my oldest brother's room and found his stash. She was going to flush it down the toilet but wanted to try a joint to see what my brother saw in it. She brought it to me and asked did I know how to roll a joint.