Love Lost. Me and my cigarette - Part 1

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I started smoking at a very tender age. Nine or ten years old. Yes, me and a couple of classmates. A friend of mine stole few cigarette sticks from his father's pack, brought it to school. I remember feeling devilishly excited. A real man now I thought. I remember I couldn't wait for school session to end that day. I remember the adrenaline rush when the school bell rang. We ran into the woods nearby. My friend, the leader of the pack, took out the cigarette sticks majestically. We were all nervous. We tried clumsily to light up the stick. Somehow we managed that and took a few awkward puffs. I remember hating it immidiately. It was bitter and it stays in your tounge. But my other friends enjoyed it. Or at least it looked like they were enjoying it. So, I continued one puff after another. Painfully pretending to enjoy them."I'll bring more tomorrow" said the friend."Cool", I said. Hating it. I should have stopped then. But I didn't. That's my story. I would like to know yours. If you are a smoker, how did you start. Do tell.