When I was a child, I never submitted to peer pressure. Some of my friends thought that they were so rebellious when they wee smoking, and they would offer me smokes and I would say no. Not only because I didn't want to. But because it was my very own true act of rebellion lol. There were a few times when I tried it from my older sister, just because I wanted to see what all of the fuss was about. I immediately coughed and was disgusted. I couldn't believe that people were so taken with what I had experienced. The experience was disgusting to me. At age twenty, I tried it again. This time Marijuana. It was just a recreational thing. A fun thing that I could combine with watching my favorite TV shows, or something that I could combine with my music making or writing. Now I am twenty-four, and I am not addicted to Marijuana, but I would definitely prefer to have it. I find with me that if I have my nicotine, I can go the whole day without smoking it. But the moment that I run out of it, I feel like I have nothing to fall back on, and I have to run out and purchase some.