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Posted by Dutch opsteker
on April 19, 2009, 2:12 pm, in reply to "Re: Odd thought before sleeping"
Beautiful topic!
I was 15 and I was so curious. One day, my mother left the house and I stole one of her cigarettes, went to the bathroom, locked the door and lit my first cigarette. Of course I didn't like the taste, but I found it so exciting, that I was convinced that I wanted to try smoking again.
So the next day, I took another cigarette and smoked it in my room after my parents went to bed. I continued stealing her cigarettes, but I wanted to have my own pack. Smoking, however, didn't fit with my 'image' and I didn't want anyone to know. So I bought my first cigs in a small village not too close to the village we lived.
My parents were very curious why I wanted to take the dog for a walk three times that evening!
I wasn't addicted yet, but I liked the secret moments in the park and on my way to school.
About a year later - we went on a schooltrip to Belgium - I noticed that I got somewhat uncomfortable in de bus. What was wrong? It took me a while before I realized that I wanted to smoke a cig... I was addicted! And in fact, I didn't regret that at all. Smoking became even more attractive and soothing the cravings for nicotine is one of the great joys only smokers experience.
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