Last fall was the first and only time I have ever smoked weed. I knew I’d do it eventually; I wasn’t against it so when the opportunity arose, I took it.

My two friends and I went into the woods and found a large log that we crouched behind. We began smoking out of a bowl while they explained how to properly do it.

I expected myself to hack or cough my lungs out but I was fine once they told me how to do it. I had no idea how much I should take so I just matched what they were doing. We passed it around a couple times, then got up to leave.

On our way out of the woods we came across an old picnic table and sat on top of it. Then we heard a snap and the table collapsed!

That’s when I knew I felt different. I remember just feeling insanely happy and laughing hysterically.

See at first it was fun. We were laughing all the way back to friend’s house but once we walked inside I started to feel like I was going to faint.

I walked into her bedroom and I couldn’t even see the bed because it kept moving around. This made me panic. I thought I was going to die and begged them to call an ambulance.

My biggest fear was that the feeling wouldn’t go away, that it wasn’t going to pass. I was so scared and I couldn’t stop shaking!

One of my friends said that maybe food would help so we went up to the kitchen. I couldn’t feel anything and when I tried to eat a pizza roll I smushed it without even realizing. I also dribbled water all down the front of me.

The whole rest of the night consisted of me being paranoid, even after the effects started to wear off. I started worrying about other things that hadn’t come to mind before then. I feared getting caught, getting sick, damaging my brain and so much more. It is all I could focus on.

It was such a bad experience that I never want to do again, it’s not worth it. Weed may seem like a fun experience but it can seriously be dangerous and it’s definitely not for me.