How was your first trip/First time getting high

My first time was before school with a couple friends. When we walked up to the school my legs had the strangest sensation, almost like they were being massaged. When I got to class I felt super dizzy and like I couldn't stand up. During passing period I saw my homie and I lost my shit. I grabbed at his chest and said some stuff that I don't remember. It was actually not a very fun high. But thank god I stuck with it. Definitely way more chill now.

 

I was at home alone with my friends freshman year and we had some pretty schwaggy reggie and we smoked out of a can pipe. It was my first time being intoxicated by anything and my mind exploded with all kinds of racy thoughts. I could see diamond patterns in my floaters and music painted mental pictures. Pretty pleasant experience to say the least

 

I was at a party with some older people playing cards. I came back from the pisser and 1 of the guys was like " what is that on the table? did someone leave some marijuana?".....lol it was so cheesy. I knew they smoked They knew I knew they all smoked. We just had to get all the formalities out of the way. I was so drunk I really don't remember much about the buzz. I was told I was funny.

 

I smoked a handful of times back in jr high but it's been so long that I can't really remember my first time. However it took me about another 20 years before I would smoke again, so it may as well be my first time.

My first time back at it I went off roading with my cousin in his RZR and it was amaaaaaaazing. It was a nice windy day deep in the woods and the sun was out. We went way up on top of this mountain and the trees made a wonderful canopy so there was lots of shade, but ray beams of sunshine shooting through.

We lit up after I had declined smoking with him about a hundred times before that day. And BAM it hit me like a ton of bricks! I just started grinning the biggest smile I ever could. I looked up in the trees with the wind blowing and the leaves and branches swaying and it was magnificent. The wind felt great on my skin.

Then I was hungry and so I went and grabbed an apple and I started devouring it like I had never eaten an apple before and it tasted like the best apple I ever had. My cousin and I started goofing off and languishing in our high. After a little bit I got some serious loose lips and really started just telling my cousin everything I feel about him. Nooo not gay like. Just about our friendship and stuff and I kinda hammered him by saying he was a perfectionist and a control freak. My cousin was shocked but then he just laughed at me because he knew it was the weed talking. It wasn't too negative but like 10 mins later I started thinking, "Where the hell did those thoughts come from?!".

Quite an amazing experience and I haven't stopped smoking for the last 3 years.

 

Incomparable. Spent 30 minutes on the floor swimming through the universe in my mind while my friends alternated between freaking out and making fun of me. Then 5 hours in a complete giggly haze. Then the best sleep I've ever had to this day. Then the worst work performance I've ever given to this day.

Second time I blacked out, vomited, rolled in wet grass and came to after 20 minutes of unconsciousness (with different friends this time, but same alternating reaction). Aside from being terrified and experiencing what I was sure was death multiple times, the rest of the night was fantastic.

Every time since? Cool. Relaxing. Freaky. Whatevs

 

I remember it well. November of 1972. 4 months after my 13th birthday. We were smoking mexi-brick (that's all that was available back then). It was the 4th time i smoked ( I did not get high the first 3 times i smoked). We were watching I love lucy on TV. I laughed at a joke. I thought I was going to stop laughing, but I continued to laugh for what seemed like 15 minutes straight. Then the euphoria really started to kick in. Music sounded trippy and food tasted 10X better than normal. I was in love and i'm still in love.

 

Keep in mind that I was always the "drugs are bad, they'll ruin your life" kinda guy. First time I ever smoked I had come across some genuine Lemon Drop. I was 18 and still living at my mom's. It made the whole house reek to the point that my mom went to the store and came back with an arsenal of air freshener. A few days later I was with an acquaintance and finally got the balls up to smoke the shit. We happened to be in a car at the time. I took one hit and I was (and this is the only word I can come up with) Joyous. I was laughing and laughing and by the time we got to the Walmart, I was so stoned that they had to leave me in the car because I was so fried. From that time on I became an avid smoker/supporter of legalization and reform. I now consider myself an activist and smoke on a daily basis. I find that it helps me get stuff done and makes me a more productive individual overall.

 

i loved it, prior to it i was paranoid id get hit In the head. But after i was calm and happy just slumped in a chair. It helped my anxiety

 

Very Cheesy