My parents never have been able to smoke weed because of their jobs. But when i was a kid in about the 4th grade i found out that my brother smoked because one night i heard a car door shut so i went out their and seen him with his friend hotboxing his car. After that i realized he was reagurlay smoking in his room with his door unlocked half the time, and i would come in and watch him but act like i was interested in the tv. Slowley but surely i started to gather knowlege about this mysteries substance they called "green". First i realized that it made him have a good time, and that it made him feel better when he was sick. So a couple months of him smoking in his room i went in there and picked up a roach out of his ashtray and got high. This was in the 4th grade. After that i only smoked every now and again, until my brother found out i was stealing his roaches, and he got pretty mad and told me that my parents would kill him if they found out i smoked because of him. So i told him i wouldnt tell as long as he let me smoke with him. And i smoked about everyweekend, until he moved and went to college. Then weed just flew out of the picture for me until a few years later when i met some friends who smoked, and then i started smoking heavily. Point is i would let my kids figure out what weed was without me telling them, before i talked to them about it. Because i didnt even know what i was smoking until my bro told me about it when we started smoking together. Weed has never hurt me, or my schooling either. Im a senior in high school now and and taking Most of the advanced classes available at my school in fact.