When I was in grade school my brother and I were walking around the house pretending that the pretzel rods we were eating were cigarettes and pretending to smoke them. When my dad came home from work and saw us he turned right around and left, only to return with a pack of real cigarettes.

He sat us both down in the kitchen and made us put a cigarette in our mouth. Then he lit them and said, "Okay, you want to smoke? Go ahead, smoke."

I began to cry as I blew out. He said, "No, you breathe in first. Do it!" I continued to cry as I inhaled for the first time on the thing. My lungs were on fire as I hacked and coughed and cried my way into saying I was sorry.

A lesson learned … maybe the hard way but learned nonetheless. I never smoked again in my entire life.

Thanks dad for teaching me a valuable lesson. I love you, without wax. - Jonathan