I Was A Badass....

My "smoking career" lasted less than one day. My sister (RIP, brain cancer) and I found a brand new pack of Camels in the garage, tucked away, which my Dad smoked. So we went out towards the barn and tried a few. And got fairly "looped." Mom smelled it on my sister almost immediately. We both got spanked, and when Dad got home I got it some more.

This was when I was ?? 10-12 so this was 58--'60 or so. What we did not know is that pack was at least TEN YEARS OLD. It was the last pack Dad had when he got home from the Army after WWII and decided to keep them for a souvenir