My parents allowed me to grow my own weed

I was raised in a legitimately anti-drugs household, then my folks didn’t even stock 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, my parents both smoked all day, every day.

They grew their own tobacco plants in the backyard, as well as hand rolled cigarettes from afternoon till night. 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 society saw these several plants legitimately differently, and while smoking tobacco was fine, smoking cannabis was considered illegal as well as immoral. This did not make sense at the time, and still doesn’t, but 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, my folks said, if you want to reap the benefits of smoking tobacco or cannabis, you have to grow it, option it, dry it, and roll it up by yourself. Since I had never liked the odor of tobacco, I decided to try my hand at growing a few cannabis plants in the rear of the property. Performing the entire process by myself gave me a tremendous respect for the marijuana plant, and I know that’s the costly lesson they were trying to teach me.


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