I was fourteen and had taken up the smoking habit (at thirteen) but I, of course, had no cigarettes. I was at my cousin's house (she lived three doors down...I'm not joking lol) and we found a pack with one cigarette in it. Of course, we were ecstatic and went to the back of the building to smoke it. I noticed a funny taste, as did she, but I thought maybe the cigarette was stale. We didn't know there was actually marijuana in it until she told me by the end that she remembers the taste (she'd done it before...I don't know why it took her that long to remember lol). By the time we got upstairs to my room and lied down (on a blanket to make it even better, since I was in the middle of moving), we were gone. I kept asking her if I was high and I distinctly remember getting up to go downstairs and tripping over my own feet and headbutting my door. Hard. Luckily, she saved me from getting busted by forcing me to stay in the room and we just listened to music, talking and laughing our asses off. Eventually, we burnt out.