Smoking cannabis with my Aunt Pol

The first time I saw our Great Aunt Pol roll up a joint was when our relationship really started, then like most Great Aunt’s she was nice, polite, but really reserved and shy. I always thought she was kind of boring, until I saw her out on the back porch. I didn’t say anything at first. I was 16 as well as prone to spying on folks already, so I could see what they were adore when no a single else was around. In this instance, our mind was blown when I saw this mousy aged Great Aunt pull out a small canister of finely ground cannabis, as well as a pack of rolling papers. The winds were twenty miles per hour that day, but her liver-spotted hands handled the cannabis with the deft touch of a skilled artisan. In the span of a minute Pol twisted up a nice little cannabis joint that looked adore a hand-rolled cowboy cigarette. Pol lit it up, as well as I smelled the pungent waft of marijuana smoke, then she asked myself and others to join – “are you going to hide there all day?” Pol said. She invited myself and others to come over as well as kneel with her, as well as just at the roach end of the joint she handed it over, as well as I had our first taste of cannabis. It became our little secret, as well as the next time I went over she gave myself and others another little sample of marijuana – not more than a couple of drags, but just enough to make myself and others think it was pretty amazing. I have absolutely never told anyone this before, because I don’t suppose how our parents would think about Great Aunt Pol giving myself and others marijuana.

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