Storytime? When I was growing up both my parents smoked, my grandma, and my aunt. We all lived in a multi-floored family home. Anyways, my mom decided to have me "fetch" her a cigarette at 5. I lit it for her. She thought it was cute "Oh, look John she is smoking... how cute". From 5-11 occasionally I would light my mom's cigarettes. When I was 12 I started smoking. I was in 7th grade. I was a straight A student and well behaved so no one ever suspected. Got caught finally when I was 14 but still continued until 19. We all smoked inside too. I remember one day I had finished washing my hair and laid my wet head against my wall. It STREAKED the wall. There was so much residue from smoking inside the walls were caked with it!