My mom and I were on an international flight when I was ten years old. I don’t remember exactly how long I was on the plane, but I remember sleeping and I remember eating a meal. It felt like the air ride was more than 2 days, but I assume it was about 12 or 14 hours. My mom took me to see our Great Grandparents. They were in the old country. The plane ride across the country and the Atlantic Gulf was nearly half of the trip. Most of the plane was filled with Armenians. I was seated next to a young kid who was about the same age as me, but he was also going to see with relatives that lived in my country. We talked about our lives and the locations where both of us lived. The boy got up to use the airplane lavatory when the seat light went off. He was gone for a long time. I decided to get up to check up on our current friend. I knocked on the lavatory door a couple of times. He came out of the airplane lavatory and gave me a strange and unusual look. Then he smiled and winked at me. I went into the lavatory and the whole room smelled like marijuana. That was 1 of the 1st times that I ever smelled marijuana. I didn’t tell anyone about the smell of marijuana in the airplane lavatory. I didn’t even say anything to our neighbor about the smell of marijuana and he never said anything to me either. It’s been 35 years since our mom and I took that trip, and I won’t ever forget the way that the airplane lavatory smelled after that kid was smoking marijuana.