The first cigarette smoke was enough to take this seriously. The first smoke was out of curiosity, I was very curious to see what it is. It was not pleasant, I was drowning, it was ugly. Then I thought smoking was a mess. After a while I tried to smoke, it seemed more and more interesting, it started to become an intense pleasure, I did not drown, it started with dizziness, it was even more thrilling, it was delightful that dizziness.
I was more serious about this. After longer smoking, it seemed as though that deep pleasure was being crushed. It was becoming a habit.
I decided to tell them I smoked, I did not see the point to smoke in secret, to stay at all the corners of the street to smoke, to panic not to catch me in fact, worse I was doing. Parents had the right to know what I decided. When I was young I did not support smoking, I was wondering what was so exciting about it, it seemed to me a bizarre smoking thing. I pretended not to ever smoke.
My parents were not quite shocked about my choice. But they did not even approve of it. Still trying to explain to me that it is not good what I do, that it looks good only at first and later it will become a burden. I did not really notice what they say. But now I give them a little justice, it is not as fascinating as it is at first, but at the moment there is no burden.