smoking when I was eight.

This story starts out in Denbie ,Virginia. The year was 1958. I was eight years old. We lived on an old farm .We were allowed to live there free as long as my Dad tore down the barn and all the outbuildings. The milking parlor and machine sheds. The last to go would be the house. He got paid so much for doing all this in his spare time.  Me and my 3 brothers use to swing from the rafters of the barn. It still had a lot of hay in it. So we never got hurt. I found an old peddle car . well it was a jeep to be honest with you. It was in a junk pile behind the barn Along with a baby carriage. I got the carriage for the wheels. as the jeep needed a couple.The loft of the barn was on the second floor. so there was a road or ramp that led up to it on the end of the barn. We would get anything with wheels and ride down this ramp. This was so much fun.  One day My older brother Jim was in the milk house playing. I went to see what he was up too. He said he had found a cigarette and that he had matches. So lets go to the barn and smoke it. I was eight years old.  he was ten. Being the older brother I had to listen to him. really ,thats the way an eight year old thinks.For eight years old I was pretty smart. I remember standing at the end of our driveway waiting for the school bus. I was thinking , Why should I have to go to school. After all. I was going to get old and die. so why did I need school ?Any way back to the milk house. Jim Lit the cigarette and took a puff. Looked pretty easy to me . So I took a big puff of it too. I started hacking my head off. Out of the corner of my eye I saw little brother larry. He had seen us smoking. He said he was going to tell Dad as soon as he got home from work. We just knew we would get a spanking for this. So I told larry I would give him my new toy truck. It was metal and had logs you could load on to it. it was my favorite toy. You best believe I didn't want a spanking. Larry agreed.So Jim and I were so  relieved . Well when Dad got home .The first thing that happened  was larry went  running out to the car to see Dad. He told him he saw us smoking in the barn. Well it wasn't really the barn .It was the milk house .It was attached to the barn. Well my Dad went into the house and told me and jim to go sit in the front yard. Here he comes with a couple of cigars and a pack of cigarettes. He made us sit there and smoke those cigars .After that he had each of us light up a cigarette. We both smoked till We turned green and then threw up. Well .I never got my truck back. Dad let larry keep it. To teach me a lesson. And I did. It was eight more years till I started smoking again. I went to work at 16. My dad said never start a habit I couldn't afford.  Well look what a carton of smokes cost  now. Yes ,I quit 11 years ago. I feel much better for it too. thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope you liked it.