bad habits: smoking

My Dad is a chain smoker and he used to do a lot of fishing, using maggots as bait. I used to think that his yellow smokers fingers were from picking up the maggots and putting them on the hook!

My Dad has always been a chain smoker, and always referred to cigarettes as 'fags' as do a lot of people. When Mum would go to the shop she would ask Dad if he wanted any fags, and he always did - I thought fags were faggots, and thought that my Dad ate rather a lot of them. Yuck.

When i was alot younger, i didnt know which end of the cig to smoke, the filter or "cork" as i used to call it or the other end, as ide only seen adverts for cigs and never any one smoking one, or i had and not noticed i dunno. Anyway i do smoke now, have done for some time, and accidently re-discoverd which end to smoke. It was dark, i was drunk, ide brought some Davidoff cigs, that have a white filter, when i buy a 20 deck i always turn one upside down to smoke last the "lucky", a supperstition of mine that its the one that wont bugger up my lungs. any way "lucky" me accidently plucked my "lucky" ciggerette and continued to smoke the filter. I took one drag of the accryd fibre glass and chocked like ide never chocked before. Ive continued to do this twice afterwards, but with normal brown filters, im a stupid fool.

When I was a kid, I used to believe that smoking "hurt" - that it burned your lips and lungs because you were breathing in really really hot air. This was after the first time I saw someone smoking - my eyes went really wide because I saw the person inhale, and saw the end of the cigarette burn bright red. I pointed and asked "Doesn't that hurt?" before being shushed by my mom.

My mom used to smoke,and I'd see her ash into the ash tray. One day I got curious and asked her if there was a button on the cigarette that makes the ash fall off. She told me yes but you can't see it. I believed this till about age 10!

when I was small I saw these little heaps sigarette buds in the street. I always thougth there had been standing a bunch of people smoking together in a circle or something.
later i found out that cardrivers empty their ashtrays on the street....

When my brother and I were little, my Uncle quite smoking and told us that he did it cold turkey. My brother asked me later why cold turkey helped him quit and wondered how much he had to eat!

When my daughter was 4 she saw a men smoking while shoping with her mum. She was very confused because I (her father) was a non smoker and her mother smoked, so she believed that only women are smoking.

When I was around 9 years old I used to believe that if you were under 16 which meant you couldnt smoke, the cigerette would know, and if you were under-age would explode. I thought this is what killed so many people. No-one mentioned cancer to me.

I don't know why, but I used to believe that if you smoked and drank at the same time, you would self-ignite and blow up!I believed that until I was well into my teens!

I used to use an old trailer at my grandparents' house as a playhouse. Once my aunt came over to 'visit' and, playing hostess, I brought her an ashtray. "Oh, I don't smoke" she said. "You don't?" I asked, incredulous. I was about 3 or 4 and because my parents and many of my relatives smoked, I thought all adults smoked!

My parents were both heavy cigarette smokers when I was a kid. I always heard people say "those things'll kill ya" but I had never heard of Cancer or Emphysema before. I used to have a dream, and it was recurring, that my Mom would be lying on her back like one of those circus jugglers who juggle barrels with thier feet, but she'd be juggling this huge rolled up ball of DuMaurier cigarette packages. I used to go to the store for her and buy them and wonder all the way home how this little package can kill you. And wonder why she was sending me to get them if they were so dangerous!

I used to think my neighbours parents were psycic and could read minds.
everytime I entered their house the mother would be in another room and without having seen me she would say "ah there's [my name] "

later i figured it out. both my parents smoked a pack a day. I reeked

My neighbor's four year old was "playing school" he had all his pretend school supplies. things he thought he'd need during the school day with him.... books, pencils, lunch, cigarettes......

I'll bet he was surprised the first day of school!

I used to believe that when people smoked they must be blowing on then end, which was why it glowed red. Someone even gave me a pipe at some point and I tried blowing into that. I couldn't work out why anyone bothered it didn't seem to do anything.

A friend of mine swears that he thought that the sign on cigarette machines reading "No sales to minors" was there because people who work in a mine weren't allowed to smoke, because all the gas down in the mines would blow up.