Your first high!!

my firsy high was at my ex girlfriends sisters house, i was 14, and we went out in the back yard and sparked up a j, on the first pass round i felt a bit dizzy and was stumbling, on the second even more stumbling, after we had smoked the joint i went back inside layed down on the couch and started to laugh.

My first time a few kids took me back to some railroad tracks that went over a small road. A blunt went around and then a kid passed around his bubbler. I just remember being hysterical in the elevator when we came back from smoking. For some reason I thought the buttons were the funniest thing. Hooked ever since...

I remember in 7th grade i bought my first dub. I was kickin it at my friend Crystals house and cheechin with her moms and then i got greensickkk and my mom showed up, mad as hell. BUZZ KILL. lol.

my first time smoking was in 7th grade but i didnt get high, but my first time high was in 8th grade during summer vacation when i bought my very first dub sack. i went home and called over my friend who was also about to smoke for the first time. we made a gravity bong and smoked down about a gram. i had SUCH A GOOD HIGH!!!! my whole body was vibrating and after we went to close by pool and relaxed all day. we had some god ass food after that and smoked more later that night.

Cant remember my first time. No clue why, just lost in the haze I guess, I do know that I jumped in with both feet around 13 years old.

i was 15 and my friend and i got some weed from his older brother.. his brother was into hard drugs and he alweez had hella bomb weed.. well the weed we stole from his brother was laced with something.. it made me feel like i was burning and freezing.. i hand convolutions.. i felt really scared and angry.. i was hella like aggressive, i was trippin out thinking i was seeing shit like demons.. i had so much energy i could have sworn i was bullet proof.. never been so scared in all my life.. now i make sure all my cannabis is organically grown.

People still toke at concerts, hell I just went and saw Van Halen and there were undercover cops about but I could still smell it thick in the air.

But my first high was when I was 19, I took me a week of smoking to feel anything, in fact, I was about to say fuck it. Then one magical day, I was ripped, I have never been that high since..and I have tried very hard to feel that blazed again, but nothing quite like my first time.

Mine were more of a trip if anything...
i was with my ex's house when i was about 13 and his neighbor came over and smoked us out. my first couple of times were the weirdest in the world! lol

1st trip: I could only take 3 or 4 hits and i remember being not really so much dizzy but ur like swaying aroung lol ANYWAYS! my bf goes.. look Anitanuggs! theres a cat! so i ran over to this trashcan (we were in a alley) and i picked up this sweater.. and i swear i thought it was a cat... he grabed it from me and i stared yelling... noo ex! you cant kill the kitty! we have to save the kitty!

2nd Trip: I threw up... i dont know how but i think i smoked waaaayyyyy to much for my 2nd time... after i threw up i sat down on the ground indian style and with my head in my lap... i was seeing like samples of different baby room wallpaper.. they would just go in a display like action... one would come up and retract and again and again....
someone bothered me so i opened my eyes still not feeling well and i layed down looking into the sky. in the lit sky night with low choppy clouds i saw almost like an artist drawing things in the clouds and the color too after the outline was done... but really fast. and when the clouds changed they picture changed

i dont know.... i swear this happened lol

my first high was when i was 14.. i came home and my dad was giving me the 20 questions. i poured a bowl of cereal with orange juice instead of milk right in front of him.. he was like "are you on dope"?

I owe my first high to my cousin Brienne. I was in either 6th or 7th grade (details are fuzzy) and she had just been expelled from High School for bringing a joint to school. As part of her punishment she was put in charge of keeping me out of trouble after school. The very first day she was supervising me she took me to an abandonded citrus packing plant with some of her friends and smoked me out big time. It is still one of my fondest memories... laying on the floor of an abandoned packing plant, blazed, listening to Santeria.

My first time was before school actually. They had standardized testing, I was a junior in high school so I was 17. They had make up tests for the kids who couldn't pass this basic simple test I did when was 15. Suprisingly, they had a lot of kids who had to do it over so the people who didn't basically had the day off. I think we had to fill out bullshit excuse forms or something, or have study hall instead. Obviously, I chose the correct path and went to go have the morning off. So my buddy had an older brother who had an apartment on the way to school. My buddy asked if I wanted to smoke so I was like, sure what the hell why not. We lit up a joint and I didn't feel it right away. We were just talking and shit, I looked at a cheap bowl of fruit still life painting and was hooked for 5 minutes strait. Then he turned on some Led Zepplen and I've had a whole another view of their music ever since. I had to go to school high my first time ever smoking. I was able to pull it off pretty well. On my way into school I noticed my friend in the parking lot. She was helping this kid out of her back seat, he was fucking smashed out of his fucking skull. Apparently he had just killed a handle of some Smirnoff before he went to school that day. He ended up almost dying that night. We saw some girls in the parking lot and gave them the heads up. Like a pimp we sent those hoes to go get the the vice principals who were tailing us suspiciously from the parking lot. They sent those guys to go get the kid some hospital treatment. My first day smoking, ripped out of my skull, still pulling things off beautifully. This kid on the other hand...

my first time, i was turnin 13 in a couple weeks. and i was chillin with a couple of frinds. and i seen some of my older cousins friends walkin up the street so i ran up to em' and i said wuddup. and they was like nuffin was good? and they was walkin around town smokin a blunt so this one guy was like yo give the little man a hit. and this other dude was like " ay little manu wanna fly?" and i was actin all tough i was like "plz i smoke all the time" so i hit it and nuffin happend. and after it came to be about 2 more times, all of a sudden, BA! i was higher then a geraff's ass. shit was gettin blurry and theey was laughin and pointin. and i felt sick. but for some reason that dident stop me. and now im the biggest pothead i kno lol.

God, when I first started smoking I would get SO high...like everything felt so wonderfully surreal. My very first time I was 18, and my guy friend and some girl gave me a ride home. The pulled over on a quiet street and blazed a few bowls. I hit the pipe, but my friend wasn't sure I was getting enough of a hit, so the girl shot gunned me.

The trippiest thing I remember is that when I got home and laid down, it felt as if every move I made echoed through my body. Like I'd move my arm up, and even after I stopped moving, I would feel like I was still moving...

I miss how high I used to get...

i was young..... too young

thats what happens when you have an older brother i guess

Was 15, did 6 big hits, didn't feel anything. Next time I did it a few weeks later, 3 hits and I was pretty high. Looked up at the sky, certain parts of the clouds really glowed out to me, felt really hyper temporarily. I was also drunk both times but I definitely could separate the effects of alcohol and the marijuana.

EAMON {2:00 am} said:

i hand convolutions.. i felt really scared and angry.. i was hella like aggressive, i was trippin out thinking i was seeing shit like demons.. i had so much energy i could have sworn i was bullet proof.. never been so scared in all my life.

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Sounds a lot like PCP.

First time I smoked was when I was 24, late bloomer it seems. I went down to a caribbean island to go to medical school. I ended up as friends with another student who had been a toker for a long time. I smoked a joint one night but this chick rolled it and there virtually no weed in it, so no high. The second time had to have been the next day. It was evening and I guess I was pretty tired already because I smoked it and it was hard for me to keep my eyes open and when I did open my eyes they would roll like I was dizzy and I couldn't control them. I was unsure about how I felt, but i kept at it and persevered until learned to "control" the high to make it do what I want. To this day, I'll always be grateful to that friend who introduced me to Ms. mary jane.

My first high was when I was 15. I had been wanting to try weed for a while. I was curious about what it was like. I had heard people say it was a life altering experience. I didn't buy into the anti-marijuana stance, as I had heard plenty of stories from both sides of the field. I decided that I wouldn't pass judgment until I had experienced it myself. I got in contact with my friend, who had started smoking about a month before I did. He said he had a good pipe and some nice dank weed, "Purple haze" strain. I decided to look up purple haze, and found out that it wasn't really a true strain. I was kind of skeptical, afraid it would be no more potent than mexican lawn clippings, but decided to go on anyway. We met in the riverbed near my house and got settled in. I had gotten two Big Fat tacos from Del Taco right before, and had one left. He brought out the weed, and showed it to me. I liked the smell right from the start. It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was otherworldly. He packed a bowl and took the first hit. He had warned me beforehand that I might not get high this time, as it was my first time ever smoking. He handed the pipe and lighter off to me and told me how to take a hit. My first hit wasn't bad. I actually got a pretty good lungful of smoke. I held it for as long as I could, exhaled, and then coughed until my lungs almost flew out my mouth. We traded off hits with the pipe for a minute, and I managed to refine my technique some. About 15 seconds after the last hit, the high slammed into me like a freight train. It was unreal. I had never felt this way before. My body felt like it was different. Way different. Almost as if it was detached from my head. After a few minutes, we split the other taco. HOLY FUCK WAS THAT GOOD.
We stayed around and tripped and listened to some music. "I feel like dying" was the first song. I'm not a fan of lil' wayne's stuff, I'd prefer something by The Doors or maybe some Arthur Brown, but I still enjoyed the song. A bit later, we had a synchronized trip. That was bizarre. After about two and half hours, he went home, and I walked back home. Fuck that was a long walk. Then I went to sleep. The next day, I thought it over, and decided that I loved it. It wasn't what I expected, but it was cool. Since then, I've smoked with him a lot more. We've gone through hogsbreath and sour diesel to name a few, and each time is fucking awesome.

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gotta love ur first highs......... hehhehe

i was 15 working on a blueberry field, raking blueberries. some hatian smoked me up with some of his local shit

18 on my Birthday June 16.

In the car with my sister and her boyfriend clock hit 12am I was 18 they handed me a pretty sick glass pipe loaded with white widow. I took one fat hit heald it in as long as I could then from that point on I remember feeling so high that I couldnt stop laughing the whole car ride and when we got to there house I was still fucked up laughin and shit. It was great I have been in love with mary jane ever since. I wish I could get that high off one hit still. peace