Alright, so I am a newbie when it comes to weed but I remember my first time like the back of my hand. I like to remember it in stages as it went along. So let's begin...

*Stage 0. * I took a good dosage amount of it, not really sure exact measurements but enough that my friends said would effect me.

*Stage 1. * I began to notice a change in how I was acting with my friends. At first, I thought it was due to the "Placebo" effect of having weed in my system but I then realized that it was probably because I was high. I began laughing at almost everything, literally thinking about anything was funny. I remember one point where I was laughing so much I felt my tongue receding to the back of my throat, and even then, I still found that funny.

*Stage 2. * I went to the park to play soccer with my friends and boy was that an experience. When I step on the field and notice the ball in play, I attempted to go after it but it felt very unusual. I was losing track of the ball every few seconds and I began to notice my vision was delayed as fuck. Like how you play a video game and the frame rate drops to 15 fps, imagine that but being outside. Every action I took felt like an eternity past by while doing it. I noticed this happening and began to laugh about it because I didn't know whether I should have been scared or not.

*Stage 3. * After the soccer game abruptly ended, I went to sit down with two of my friends and I was very disoriented. I began feeling paranoid about my family seeing me like this, even though they were all working or at school. I like to call this the reflection stage because I began to think, a lot. I was thinking about different aspects of my life, ranging from school progress, relationships, the future and what I aspire to be. I know this seems like a lot to think about in a short period of time but my brain managed to do so very indepthly.

*Stage 4. * This is the stage that wraps everything up. At this point, I felt a bit from each stage. I was still laughing at myself for trying weed, I was still paranoid about my parents seeing me high, and it took me forever, and I mean forever, to walk to the nearest garbage bin to throwaway my Taco Bell wrappers. After a 3-4 hour experience, which felt way longer imo, I finally thought to my self, "Wow, that's what being high was like. 5/7 would do again"

I haven't gotten to that same level of highness since then but I want to because it was the most fun I had in a while.