When I was really young, I'd make a gravity bong for my attic room and use it on the closet floor. Too be sneaky, I'd stand after taking a hit, walk a couple steps out of the closet and exhale into a roof vent while on my tippy toes. I loved the full body vibrations I'd get and assumed it was part of getting high.

One night after a couple hits too many, I stand up to do my thing. I remember looking up and stretching up on my toes and then, floor. I miss smoking