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when I was eleven years old, my best friend Michelle Baker and I thought that we would look more grown up if we started smoking. My parents smoked, so we devised a plan for me to steal their cigarettes, and then Michelle and I would meet behind K. J. Clark Middle School to smoke. We thought smoking would make us more popular with the older kids who hung out there. The next morning I sneaked into my mother's room and stole a pack of Pallmall Gold cigarettes from her carton, and a pack of matches from her bed table. I hurried out the door to school with the overwhelming fear my mother would catch me before I could get there. I ran two whole blocks before I met up with Michelle. I proudly showed her my stolen pack of cigarettes, and she was impressed with my story of how I was able to slip the smokes out of the house. By her reaction, I just knew I was becoming more popular already.
I am unable to run very far without losing my breath. By smoking, I may have influenced my daughter's chance of a healthy future. ------------------------------------------------------------------------**Bibliography**. I can chew all the peppermint I want, but the smell is still there. Asthma, bronchitis, and emphysema are always a lingering threat. I am more likely to get colds and develop respiratory problems. My children have had ear infections and are more susceptible to respiratory problems as well. My belief that smoking would make me look older was not altogether wrong. I have even fallen asleep with a cigarette in my hand, almost catching my bed on fire. When I let my hand relax, the cigarette dropped and burned on my right hand. Twenty-one years later I am still smoking. I cannot go a day without a cigarette; I am addicted. Children of smoking parents are more likely to smoke as adults than children of non-smoking parents. I have tried to quit smoking many times.
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