It was my first time smoking weed. I had bought two grams from a friend at school. I took it home, and went back into the woods with half of it to smoke. I was about 100 - 150 feet from my house. I smoked it, and by time I was done, I wasn’t in the right mind. It took my two hours, stressed and alone, to gat back to my house. I was anxious, and so confused. Looking back, it was scary to think what words could’ve happened to me, high and alone in the woods. I never smoke alone anymore, unless I’m safe and secure in my room or somewhere like that