At the age of 14, I started, in fact, I just took it and told me right away, because it seemed humiliating to me to hide packs and smoke around corners, like my classmates.
I simply ignored the screams of my parents and I still ignore them, my body is my business.
I told my mother myself. I didn’t know how to present the information directly and how to bring it to this conversation in general, so I simply told her “Ask any question you want, I will honestly answer it”. Of course, the question could be anything, but I know what to ask my mother and what she is interested in about me :) Of course, she asked if I smoke, I said that I do. Her approximate reaction is "Uh ... Okay." And that's all, there were no scandals and punishments in the form of smoking a pack of heavy cigarettes. My mom is very loyal and understands that since I smoke, no screams and force can knock it out of me until I myself want to quit. In addition, at the time of recognition I was 18 years old, I was finishing my first year, I studied 500 km from home, it is not difficult to understand that, although not quite an adult, I am already somewhat independent and I can make such decisions myself. p>
But my father is a rather loving, but strict person, even my hair at one time did not allow me to dye, what can I say about smoking. Best of all, his attitude to this will be described by his own phrase: "So that those who smoke can die of cancer." How can I admit it myself? Once (this is an important part of the story) I decided to go to my grandmother (dad's mom), I smoked when I got off the marsh-boat and stomped to her house. A week later, when I came to visit again, then dad also stayed with her. And then he comes up to me and is like "Grandma set you on fire. We know that you smoke, she heard the smell." I already became sympathetic. And then dad starts to giggle, jokingly called me a stinker and never remembered my smoking again. The devil is not so terrible :)
These are the stories.
As a teenager, I skillfully hid cigarettes for almost a year and, in order to smoke, went for a walk with the dog as far as possible so that no one would see me. And on the way back he chewed gum or candy. It seemed that it was impossible to expose me until my mother called me and said: I know that you smoke, your hair and clothes smell of tobacco, despite your candies.
It turned out that way) )