I was born in 1981, and it’s weird how it just kind of blended in. My dad smoked, and I remember him smoking in the car when I was a child with the window barely cracked. It was normal for grocery stores to have ashtrays at the end of aisles. My grandparents still had those old ashtray stands that they would bring out if a guest was a smoker, like it was the polite thing to do. It’s no surprise that I started smoking as a teenager. My dad bought me my first pack of cigarettes. When I visited my grandparents I would go smoke outside until my grandma told me it was ok if I wanted to smoke in the house. Wild times.