I remember the first time I smoked pot. I was in high school and I had been riding my dirtbike with some friends. We went back to his house after and were hanging out in his garage. One of the other guys pulled out a baggy of dope and rolled a joint. They started smoking it and passing it around. The guy passing it to me asked if I wanted to hit it. In a moment of intense peer pressure, I took the joint and hit it, and a couple other times after that. My friend's house wasn't anywhere near mine and I had to ride my dirtbike over to his house by riding on railroad tracks. Never having smoked pot before, I remember feeling really tense, anxious, and, well, freaking high, and on my ride back home, I repeatedly fell off my dirtbike onto the railroad tracks at least 5, maybe more, times. Actually, it was more like falling "over" repeatedly, like I couldn't keep my balance. When I got home, I remember going into the house, saying a couple words to my dad without actually looking at him, and going right to bed. Keep in mind this was in the 1980s and pot was very much illegal, especially for a minor. I quit smoking pot (and drinking too) in my mid-twenties, nearly 35 years ago, and haven't touched anything since.