When I was about thirteen years-old I was invited to a friends house and that invite would change the way I lived. I was at a pee-wee football game at the local middle school that I had ridden my bike to. After the game I rode my bike, with some other guys, over a new friends house. I can't exactly remember when I was invited over to this house; it may have been figured out before hand or taken place that day but that invite changed my life.
That early fall day was the first day I was introduced to smoking pot. I went over to my friends house and ended up smoking pot with about four other guys. I remember that day very clearly. I remember sitting upstairs in my friends room on his little couch he had in there. I remember what we used to smoke the weed. I can even remember some of the things we talked about that day. I am not sure what, in my memory, has held onto those thoughts but for some reason I have.
See that day I was invited to someone's house and then invited to smoke pot. No one forced me to ride my bike over there. I was not bullied into making the choice to smoke pot; all the choices that day were choices I made. Now this will be the one post I write on this week that is directly related to a decision that has had a negative influence on my life. I want to start this way because it fits in a time line of what I will present and how my life has changed. I want us all to be keenly aware of how important the invite is in our lives can be impacted for the positive or the negative!
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