When I was about 12 years old (on vacation in Spain), I tried "smoking" cigarettes. I put the word in quotes because (at the risk of sounding Clintonesque) "I didn't inhale." ;D<br><br>The kids I hung out with there smoked and, when they realized I wasn't inhaling, they pointed it out to me. I was like, "OK," and I tried to inhale and
"HACK -- HACK -- HACK -- COUGH -- COUGH -- COUGH -- WHEEEEEEEZE!" I felt like I was
dying! LOL<br><br>Suffice it to say...I don't smoke.

<br><br>On a serious note...my husband does and I
so wish that he'd quit. Not so much for himself (if he wants to kill himself, he's an adult with Free Will) but for our baby.

To his credit, he doesn't smoke in the house. However, it's not the first time I've wiped ashes off our little one as he's sitting in his car seat. >:( And kids who grow up with one or more parents who smoke, tend to smoke as adults. :'(<br><br>
Please read this:<br><br>I didn't come into the Forum last night because I wasn't home. A friend of my husband's was dying and we went to Pennsylvania to be with him. He was a smoker and he had emphesema (I know I spelled it wrong...that's not what's important) and heart problems. He got pneumonia and that's what finally did it.<br><br>I sang "My Heart Will Go On" & "The Wind Beneath My Wings" (his favorite song) for him as I stroked his feverish head with my perpetually cold hands. I wish all you smokers could have seen this formerly strong, vibrant man in his last hours on Earth. It was too much! :'(<br><br>Gypsy Moon Dream