An incident like this would be horrifying – and criminal – in this day and age. But when I was growing up, smoking was socially acceptable, and it was permitted everywhere. In fact, it was rather cool to be a smoker, particularly in high school. There was so much pressure to smoke, and being a non-smoker was harder than being one. Moreover, there were so many teenagers that smoked, that many secondary schools even had designated smoking areas. My high school was one of them. And the smoking area was packed during recesses and lunch. And you think that’s bad? At least we weren’t allowed to smoke in the classrooms. Unlike college. Where we were allowed. Right on our desks. Yeah, really. Well, if you’re around my age, you’re probably not surprised because you know all this already, right?
So it was easy to become a smoker with everyone – young and old - smoking around you. And unless you were one of the ‘fakers’ (the ones that pretended to inhale but never did), eventually you became addicted. Which, you realized somewhere along the line, wasn’t as cool as you thought. My mother never smoked. She pretended to at social gatherings before she had kids, but never pursued it. My father smoked for many years, and eventually quit. Cold turkey. And never looked back. The older of my two older brothers was fortunate enough never to get caught up in this habit no matter how many of his friends smoked. Smart move. The younger one (the one that passed away in 2011), unfortunately, did smoke. Until he died. He never quit, and we’ll never know if he would have achieved that ‘freedom from smoking’ goal. I also didn’t escape the smoking addiction. But I did mange to finally kick it to the curb. For good. Seven years ago today. WOOT!
|We just don't learn, do we? We go from one bad habit to another...|
So, today I celebrate another smoke-free year and take great pride in this accomplishment!
Seven years and counting...