I was 13 when I smoked my first cigarette. My friend had offered me her cigarettes many times, but I had no problem telling her I wasn’t interested. Then that day came along. Our home economics class had been released from the confines of a classroom in order to do some price checking at a nearby grocery store. None of my close friends were in this class, so I found myself walking to the store with a girl that I didn’t know well, but I enjoyed her company. She pulled out a cigarette and offered … [Read more...] about Lighting a cigarette. Loading a gun.