Out of nowhere he said "dude, let's go smoke", I said nothing, but went with him while knowing that I shouldn't be doing such a thing whatsoever. Flashbacks began, and I remember when I first tried cigarettes, I was fourteen and my mother stopped the car to buy me cigarettes, and gazed to me saying, "here try this, you better not try it with your friends, or smoking without me knowing". On that day I was amazed of how my mother's actions been, she seemed to be a total different person. I can never forget this day. And by the times, I figured that she used to smoke.