I remember sharing a ..woodbine ciggy with some friends behind the public toilets up on the high street, when I was about 13 years old. WE were scared to death that the local copper would catch us and march us back home to our parents...that's how it was then.
Can't say I liked it, but you just went along with the gang at the time. When I was in my 20's occasionally had one with my sister, but didn't really smoke.
The time I really started smoking was when my dear Dad died very suddenly, the shock almost put me over the edge and my brother, who's also gone now ( bless him) offered me a ciggy to calm my nerves ..he said, anyway I've been smoking ever since constantly trying to pack it in...but lifes been hard so I find myself continuelly liting up a ciggy....I wished I 'd never started, i'll beat it in the end.
Please don't start.....