What Was Your First Experience With Cannabis?

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By Sam Gehrke
“I’d rather not say.”
“I was 13 with my best friend in a soccer field. We smoked some really good weed and I coughed for a half-hour straight. I’m scared of the dark, and we got paranoid. I thought I saw someone by the soccer goals, and we sprinted back to my friend’s house, crawled in her window and then immediately went to the kitchen for snacks.”
“I was hanging out with my friend and brother and we smoked behind a bush. I thought I was really high but I wasn’t. My brother made fun of me and I didn’t smoke for a year after.”
“I met up with my girlfriends and smoked in a park. We hid inside a bush and everyone got high except me. I ended up being the responsible Wendy in the group. We went to the grocery store to get munchies and I remember going into the bathroom to see if my eyes were red, because I had always heard that’s what happens.”
“I was 14, hanging out with my friend—the only other skater in Bandon. We were smoking his dad’s weed out of a can in the garage. I smoked until I couldn’t actually light it because my depth perception was so messed up.”
“My sister gave me a pot brownie, and I ate the whole thing. I thought I was having a seizure and was going to die.”
“In the womb. My mother’s a big fan of plant medicine. I was born to 420.”
“It was my graduation night of high school. I smoked with my entire family to celebrate.”

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