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Growing up my mom was married to a guy who had a daughter much older than i was. Both my mom and my step dad smoked, and one day i asked my "older sister" why people smoked. She told me it was because they drank the wine during church. I believed this till i was probably 12.
I used to believe that people who resolved to quit smoking "cold turkey" as a New Year's resolution chose the timing because of all the cold turkey left over from Christmas.
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!
in elementary school, i overheard a girl being scolded for smoking in the bathroom. "smoking in the bathroom" i thought. i later asked the girl what she ate for breakfast. rice crispies. i avoided them ever since.
When I was about 3, me and my grandparents took a train trip through Canada. We were sitting in about the middle of the train car and the front of the car was the smoking area. I looked up and saw smoke and stood up screaming :The train is on fire! The train is on fire!" Boy did that get a laugh. The college girls put out their cigs and asked me to join them. So I played Barbies with them for a few hours :)
When I was little I thought people smoked cigerates to keep warm.
My friend used to tell me that if you crossed a cigarrete lying on the road, you will become a smoker when you get older. And they only way to prevent it, is to spit on the cigarrete you cross.
I still remember spitting on the road whenever I stepped over a cigarrete. I hated becoming a smoker.
I used to believe that if you smoked too much,when you got mad your ears would smoke.
I used to think the cigarettes that had speckly brown butts instead of white ones had extra salty flavoring on them, like pretzels or something.
i thought tobacco was just dead grass. so when my friends mom left one day, we got some white paper, some dead grass in the backyard and walked around trying to smoke it. I was 9.
When I was young, one day, my father was smoking, and I realized maybe the fire is not only burning on the cigar but also burning in my father's brain, because the smoke coming out from my father's nostrils. So I splash a glass of water on my father's head. My father is so surprised that he couldn't believe what I did. And finally, he beat me resolutely...
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.
when i was small i always use to ask my parents for a cigarette, one day my dad told me that untill i was 16 my fingers would go orange and drop off if i had a cigarette
I used to think that "smoking a bowl" required a large cereal bowl sized aluminum bowl that people used like when you hyperventilate and hold your head over a bowl of steaming water or whatever. I wish someone woulda just said it's like smoking a pipe with tobacco like sherlock holmes but it's weed in there instead!
When I was younger I thought secondhand smoking was when you couldn't afford your own cigarettes so you bummed them off of someone else...
When people smoked tobacco with the pipe, I thought that they were actually cooking up something with fire. When it was done "cooking", they would suck the pipe and "eat" some sweet-tasting, warm, gooey caramel-like substance.
i thought when pepole were smoking they ate candles and i thought thats why my mom kept candles i dint know anything about tobbaco
No one in my household smoked when I was little, but when my aunts and uncles would come over at Christmas, they would smoke in the house. I thought that they ate the cigarette because they were putting it up to their mouths and it got shorter and shorter. I guess I never considered the smoke they blew out!!!
When I was little, all the grownups smoked. My uncle told me that when the cigarrette burned down to the filter, it would explode. I hung around waiting for this to happen, but it never did.
When i was little every single adult in the family smoked (and still do) and then when my mummy said to me that she can't quit, i thought you HAD to smoke to live.