Believe it or not I have never had a single drag on a cigarette, and I am so thankful for that. I grew up in a home filled with smoke… both parents smoked; my mom was a heavy chain smoker. I remember going on car trips in the winters encased in the car with all the smoke my parents produced. Every once in a while, they would crack a window for a little fresh air.
As I got older, I had allergies flare and they took notice of when I was having issues and did stop smoking as much. Then one day out of the blue my Dad just up and quit. He never had any tobacco until the day he became a grandfather and then he picked up a pipe again. Mom was a different story.
I recall many times she tried to quit but would last only a matter of hours before she was getting frustrated and short tempered and would demand Dad go to the store to get her a carton. That all changed when she landed in the hospital for stomach problems, and they discovered emphysema… she was put on oxygen 24/7 and never smoked again for the rest of her life.
My sister smoked, my in-laws, my boyfriend… I should have enough second-hand smoke to make up for never having a single drag. I will admit to a couple of hits of nicotine when I tried a vape a couple of times. Having watched so many people struggle with tobacco, I am happy I never did have that habit.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tobacco