The First Time I.....

I. marijuana

The pot ones might not be as interesting as future storys because you dont trip and see shit most of the time

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I was in grade 12 and had been wanting to try weed for a long time. It was mid february and I had been talking with my buddy about it all week, and we tentatively arranged for my first time to happen two weekends later.
So friday rolls around, and a HUGE snowstorm hits right before the end of school. A bunch of my friends and I were supposed to go to the school fashion show that night, so we all went to her house so we could get a ride back to school in a few hours. Well an hour later the school postpones the show, and there's white out conditions across the city. We decided we'd wait for more snow to fall and then all go tobogganing. I called my weed buddy and told him our plans and I told him to bring some weed along. We all met up later that night and I told my buddy I was ready to get high. So he lit up the (rather large) joint, and we puffed away. After two hits, I coughing like no tomorrow, but I was determined to get high, and high I did. Eight puffs later I was running up and down the toboggan hill, eating snow and making everyone laugh. I was having an amazing time. Each snowflake was so clearly defined, the air felt so pure, and world just seemed to be smiling along with me. Then came the BEST part. TOBOGGANING!! I couldn't steer worth a damn, left was right and right was left. The hill started to get really icy and climbing back up felt like climbing mount everest. To this day that was one of my best times high, and the high lasted till the next morning! Granted, after about 5 hours I was kind of wondering when it would wear off, but it was a great experience that made me the person I am today.

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I can't remember how old I was exactly, maybe 12 or 13. But I was hanging with this kid, he was about a year to two older, who used to live in my apartments. We were just chillin in his room when somehow (can't remember exactly how it came to this), his homemade pipe was out and he was asking me if I knew what it was. I was sort of familiar with weed, but still pretty ignorant. The bowl was massive and he packed it to its extent, we started puffing away, with him urging me to make a lot of the hits. After about 10 minutes we finish the bowl and head to the living room where he gets on the comp and I promptly lay my ass down on the couch.

For about an hour I don't leave the couch, staring at what ever my eyes happen to wonder to. Everything was exaggerated, if I looked to quickly one way everything would lag behind my eyes, my hearing was weird, my body felt 20 times as heavy as normal. I had cottonmouth beyond belief, but was too high to think to get something to drink. I was slightly tweaking at the time, but it was an overall enjoyable experience. And looking back, it was even more enjoyable than I had thought at the time.

When I had to go home for dinner I freaked out worrying about my eyes (which I don't know how I knew weed caused red eye), he had no eye drops and I was worried shitless. Eventually I said fuck it and went home and my dad didnt notice and I ate a wonderful dinner.Shortly after that kid moved..shame...he may have ended up being a nice person to know in my weed circle