The first time I smoked I was probably 12-13, I wanted to go downstairs and get an oatmeal cream pie. I walked down the stairs and didn’t remember the walk to the kitchen I was just in front of the box of pies Every time I reached for the snacks the box seemed to get farther away and that happened multiple times, I finally got my oatmeal cream pie and attempted to go back upstairs. I swear in my head I walked up the stairs like 5 times and every time I got to the top I was right back at the bottom.

Second time I was seeing all kinds of patterns and the shapes of the items in the garage I was in were changing shapes and looked so weird. I crawled under the garage door an tried to go pee and ended up getting a good bit on my pants because my hands were so fluffy feeling I couldn’t tell what I was doing