The doctor showed me vials filled with watery blood and garbage – “that’s doing drugs – what’s going in,” he said with all seriousness. I was 10.
My mother gathered literature on your child and drugs (I am the product of two addictive families).
She put up on the fridge: The 10 Signs Your Child is on Drugs. I was 12
I got stoned on acid (LSD) – my first “taste” of drugs. I was 13.
My mother took the warning off the fridge around then.