I tried my first cigarette at the age of 15, trying to look cool and trying even harder not to choke or vomit. It was vile and disgusting and made me feel ill but I was determined to learn how to do it. Twenty years later I was still smoking.
As a kid I knew a lot of adults who were “hooked”, and I was warned by some of them and by the school’s “don’t start smoking” campaign. So, I was fully aware smoking was highly addictive.
Nevertheless, as a teenager at some point I thought, “I’ll just try one, just to see if I even like it”. “Be careful though, don’t get hooked.”
Since my first beer at the age of 17, I always enjoyed being the life of the party, even being a bit of a party animal. Throughout college, my career, marriage, and even after starting a family, drinking always played a part in my socializing.
I had smoked for 20 years when I was diagnosed with asthma.
I had tried everything to give up. Hypnosis, nicotine replacement therapies, acupuncture and cold turkey but nothing stopped me longing to smoke.
I tried my first cigarette when I was 14. It tasted awful, it made me cough, it made me sick and it was harsh on my throat. I persevered with another and then another and it took me a while to learn how to smoke.