Shawn's Story

When I was 9 years old, my brother introduced me to drugs. I was at home when my brother and his friend came over.

We were all hanging in the kitchen. My brother pulled out a bag and asked if I wanted to have some. I said yes, not knowing what I was saying yes to. So then he took out some papers and he started to roll it up. As he was rolling it, I thought this is fun hanging out with my brother and his friends. I felt cool.

Then he lit it up. I asked what it was, he said it was weed. I didn't ask what weed was. I don't know why I didn't ask. Then we went outside to smoke it. It was dark, about 9:00 when I did it. My brother was first, I was thinking it looked cool.

He passed it to his friend. Anticipation was building inside me, I was excited. Then the joint was then passed on to me. My brother told me how to smoke it. I took two quick puffs and then I started to cough. I passed it back to my brother.

About 10 seconds later, after the puffs, I felt dizzy and couldn't stop laughing, but I had had fun doing it. After that day though, I didn't want to do it again because I was scared of getting caught. A year later I found out what exactly weed was, and what drugs do to you from my teachers at school. I was scared of the effects of it and I didn't want to try it ever again. It just wasn't worth it.