My parents smoked when I was little (and did quit, thankfully) and I asked my dad for a cigarette, thinking it would be great to be like him. He gave me one and told me to really suck it in deep. I did. I got dizzy and nauseous and promptly threw up…repeatedly. My mother wasn’t happy about me throwing up, but I learned NOT to smoke. Since I had that one lungful as a kid, the only time I’ve smoked since then, I was on fire…yes, literally…fortunately, I wasn’t injured, just singed.
My parents smoked when I was little (and did quit, thankfully) and I asked my dad for a cigarette, thinking it would be great to be like him. He gave me one and told me to really suck it in deep. I did. I got dizzy and nauseous and promptly threw up…repeatedly. My mother wasn’t happy about me throwing up, but I learned NOT to smoke. Since I had that one lungful as a kid, the only time I’ve smoked since then, I was on fire…yes, literally…fortunately, I wasn’t injured, just singed.