I caught my first glimpse of a cigarette as a child at our local park. The smell wafted over like a forbidden fruit, coaxing my curiosity like a siren's song. It was a warm summer day, and I watched from behind a bush as a few older kids huddled together, puffing and giggling as smoke spiraled into the air. I remember being entranced by their laughter, the careless way they flicked the ashes and shared whispers like secrets concealed in the haze. On my thirteenth birthday, I had my very first cigarette. It was a dare, of course. Surrounded by friends, my heart raced as I lifted the thin, white stick to my lips, igniting it with a match that felt somehow monumental. The taste was foreign and bitter; I coughed and sputtered, much to the amusement of my peers. In that moment of embarrassment, I was unsure if I would ever want to try again. Yet, I did. Weeks later, I found myself sourcing cigarettes from a neighboring friend who had a lenient older sibling. The first few puffs always felt rough--like consuming fire--but it didn't take long for them to become a normal part of my daily routine.
ThriftBooks sells millions of used books at the lowest
everyday prices. We personally assess every book's quality and offer rare, out-of-print treasures. We
deliver the joy of reading in recyclable packaging with free standard shipping on US orders over $15.
ThriftBooks.com. Read more. Spend less.