I was 19, and it was 1969, and my boyfriend at the time ( who later, unfortunately, became my first husband ) was a smoker, although I wasn't. None of my friends smoked, either. However, I was anorexic and was always hungry and trying not to eat. Add to that the fact that my boyfriend drove a 1957 Chevy Belair with a stick shift and would ask me to light his cigarette while he changed gears...... well, it seems so simple and easy why I became a smoker, despite the fact both my parents smoked and I hated the smell that clung to my long hair and in our house and clothes. I swore I would never take up that "nasty habit" although I didn't think any less of my parents smoking. They were very funny and intelligent people and loved to read and play cards, both things I picked up from them.
The cigarettes my parents smoked were Raleigh ( my Mom ) and Kent ( my Dad ). I also had an older brother who smoked Pall Malls ( unfiltered ) and an older sister who smoked Kool's FF King, however they had become adults and left home years before. My boyfriend smoked Marlboro ( the original filter Reds ) and they didn't smell as much and when I would light his for him, I would enjoy the taste and it seemed to calm my hunger pains when I took a puff before handing it over to him. That same summer I bought my first pack of cigarettes, Marlboro filter kings, and I was addicted in no time.
Still love my smokes, though, even though both my Dad ( in 1991 ) and my older sister ( March, 2011 ) died from lung cancer. That's sad that I still love to smoke, but it's true. |