As long as I remember I wanted to smoke.
As a kid I grew up in a family where all were heavy smokers, mum and dad both at least 40 a day. It wasn't til i started school that I realised not all adults smoked. Even before I started all my clothes reeked of ciggies from my parents smoking all around our home. I remember when in 2nd year juniors the girl i sat next too in school teased me saying I stank of smoke and my parents were stupid to smoke. I told her that I liked the smell and I cant wait to start when older, my dad says he enjoys smoking and thats why he smokes.
I used to love watching parents, aunts, uncles etc at family do's all smoking away, seeing how they did it differently. And liked sitting on dads lap as he smoked in evenings watching the TV. I asked loads of questions, why they smoked, what it tasted like, how it felt and is it bad for you etc.
He said that cigarettes were like sweets for adults, they are bad for you but when you start to smoke you enjoy it so much you don't care about that, that they taste like the smell but better and gave him a buzz. He was always very pro about it. One night when I was 8 dad tucked me into bed and kissed me good night, after taking a drag from his ciggy and could taste it as a bit of smoke drifted out in my face. He put his ciggy out in the ashtray on my desk and left the room. I could see it still smouldering away so got up and sucked it back to life then took a little drag and inhailed. I coughed a little with the smoke coming out but took a few more and loved it, the taste and buzz it gave me.
The next day I told my brother who was a year older than me and we'd stole a couple from a pack of dads that was on his bed side table and smoked them in my bedroom.
We'd not smoke every day, but most days for next couple of years.
When I was 9 my dad went into a shop and made me wait outside and hold his ciggy, I took a few drags and he caught me. He just opened his pack and gave me one saying it tastes better from the start and don't let your mum catch you. He asked how long I'd been smoking, said a few months, but only odd one, not every day. He said he thought either me or my brother had as noticed he'd been getting through more lately. That he understood why I smoked as he really enjoyed it, and knew I'd start eventually with all the questions about it, but don't let your mum catch you yet.
By the time I was 10 i was smoking daily, having a smoke in bed before breakfast, on way to school, in bedroom in evenings. I soon got sick of hiding it, at dinner table seeing parents light up as soon as finished eating, even though my brother was still eating, slow eater, seeing that they really enjoyed smoking after meals. So I decided that I wanted them to know, would smoke in lounge taking drags just before they entered and left pack or lighter in coat pockets.
Soon mum found them and said that I was too young, wait until I started high school. I said that I enjoy it like you and dad do and that try and telling me not to smoke with a ciggy in your hand and smoke coming out as you speak. Dad wasn't bothered, said that it was bound to happen sooner or later, everyone in the family smokes.
That night after tea, me and brother both light up at table with them, mum said what do you think your doing? I said that I smoke and that I aint giving up, I enjoy it too much.
The next day after my ciggy in bed a lit a second and came down to breakfast taking a drag asking for some toast, loving that smoke was drifting out as speaking to parents. Dad just smirked and mum said "Oh I give me, but don't be getting in trouble at school for it"
They'd give me and brother ciggies when needed them and by time started high school at 11 was 20 a day. Loved being 1st in my year smoking, sat on the bus smoking with the older kids, my coat reeked and was known for it and loved it! Never covered up smell on clothes or breath, I was proud of it!
I was 40 a day by 15, brother was same and still today.
Especially loved smoking in public with parents as kid, in restaurant especially, seeing look of shock on faces of othere