I was raised in a truly anti-drugs household. My folks didn’t even stock truly many over the counter medicines, tending for more homeopathic remedies! I never even took aspirin until I was a teenager, if that tells you anything. That said, our parents both smoked all day, every day. They grew their own tobacco plants in the backyard, and hand rolled cigarettes from day till night, and since it was a plant, they didn’t consider tobacco to be a harmful drug. They were only against drugs made in laboratories, so they also had a small cluster of cannabis plants they tended. They made it known to us how mankind saw these more than one plants truly differently, and while smoking tobacco was fine, smoking cannabis was considered illegal and immoral. This did not make sense at the time, and still doesn’t. Thankfully marijuana legalization has started becoming the law of the land, then when I turned 16 I was allowed to smoke marijuana for the first time, from a plant I grew myself. That was the rule, our folks said, if you want to reap the benefits of smoking tobacco or cannabis, you have to grow it, occasion it, dry it, and roll it up by yourself. Since I had never liked the smell of tobacco, I decided to try our hand at growing a few cannabis plants in the rear of the property! Performing the entire process by myself offered me a tremendous respect for the marijuana plant, and I believe that’s the expensive lesson they were trying to teach me.