I remember what it was like to be a teenager. My mom was really tough on my brother and I. She was worse than my dad. Dad said he understood what it was like to be a teenager, but mom didn’t. Mom was always telling us how tough she had it as a kid. She told us about how she was punished so severely for doing only half the things we got away with. I didn’t think she could have ever understood if she had found out we used marijuana. I try to remember how my dad was more than my mom, when I became a parent. I still used marijuana, but I had cut way back on the usage when I found out I was going to be a dad. My wife quit using and hadn’t touched marijuana since then. She didn’t mind if I used since she knew how stressful my job was. That is why I was having such a tough time trying to handle catching my daughter smoking marijuana. I would be a hypocrite if I told her it was wrong. I would be going against everything I was and do, if I said she had to quit. I knew I had to let her know that now the police wouldn’t take her home to her parents if she got caught. She would be taken to prison and held until she got a trial. Life wasn’t as easy now as it was when I was a kid. I knew I had to say something to her about using marijuana at fifteen, but I had to think about how to deal with it before talking.