Your first cigaretteTo be honest, inhaling the fumes from some burning leaves isn't the most natural thing in the world.
Tell us about the first time. Where, when, and who were you trying to show off to?
Or, if you've never tried a cigarette, tell us something interesting on the subject of smoking.
Personally, I've never ever smoked a cigarette. Lung damage from pneumonia put me off.
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chthonic, Wed 19 Mar 2008, 18:49)
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Never ever everI've never smoked anything in my life (not even kippers), for the simple reason that my Dad smoked like a chimney and it stank! You couldn't avoid it, the house, the car, clothes, hair, all saturated with the manky stale smoke smell.
As if that wasn't enough to put me off, he had two heart attacks (didn't tell us about the first one though, the stubborn git). I'll never forget the sight of my pa, grumpily sat in a hospital gown, hooked up to machines, his arms crossed and scowling at any nurse who came over to him.
For the first time in my life (I was 16 at the time), he looked old and vulnerable. It scared the shit out of me.
He was released from hospital soon enough, but he went from being a jolly big kid to a miserable git. I imagine he felt embarrassed and angry with himself. Two months or so passed before my sister and I noticed that he hadn't touched a cigarette since his hospital visit. It wasn't long before the short-tempered bastard side of him subsided, and his embarrassing jokes and Sid James laugh returned. He also completely changed his diet (my mum did as well), and ten years on they are much healthier and happier.
Sometimes, when i'm visiting the folks and my da' and I are chatting about stuff, I look at him and tell him how proud I am of him. He was able to go from 20+ a day to zero, without Nicorette patches or gum, purely by the strength of his will alone. I tell him that seeing him in that hospital bed was the scariest, most heart-breaking thing I have ever seen, and that seeing him now, slimmer, tanned and full of life, proves to me that he is a greater man than I'll ever be.
He usually then punches me gently in my arm and tells me to stop being soft. Bless him.
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Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Thu 20 Mar 2008, 12:24,
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My mumwent the same way in terms of giving up,it was like living with someone with 2 personalities!
Me and dad used to call it the witching hour when she'd change!
Still 7 yars on and still going strong, I should tell my mum how proud I am.
Good QOTW
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I feel that this may be quite a miserable week...So it's good to read a story that warms my heart in the right way.
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