I loved my great grandpa, he used to come stay with us and was always fun to have around. The only time I saw my dad smoke was when grandpa was around, they would share a cigar. I kept bugging him once to please, please let me have one. My dad gave me the cigar and said, if you smoke it you have to smoke the whole thing. I thought I was in 7th heaven so I lit it and puffed away. Well it wasn’t very long and I felt terrible, I was dizzy and my dad said I had to keep going. Pretty soon my tummy was sick and I felt like I had the flu. You guessed it, next the window came down and I was puking my guts out.
To this day I hate the smell of a cigar! I don’t mind a pipe in fact some of them smell good but I hate the smell of a cigar and my stomach will still become queasy when I smell it.
I am the same way with alcohol as my dad was making a hot drink one year and when he got the liquor bottle I wanted Pepsi. They tried to tell me it wasn’t Pepsi but I insisted it was. I was only 4 or 5 so dad gave me a shot of whiskey. That swallow burned all the way down to my stomach and I hate alcohol to this date. People have tried to spike my Pepsi but the first swallow I can feel that burn in my throat and all the say down so I know it is in there.
To bad he did not give me a cigarette to smoke when I was little as I smoked for years and it was super hard to quit but I finally made it. I made it by not beating myself up when I smoked. I kept a positive attitude and if I cheated and had a drag or a cigarette I told myself it was better then when I had a pack. Pretty soon I was not smoking them and it was my choice not a I have to quit thing. One of the things in life I am so glad I did. I told my grandkids, don’t start because one way or another you will have to quit and it is hard, better just not to start.
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